And then you die

Sometimes in life you meet people who accept you the way you are. They ask no questions. They make no demands. They don’t ask you whether you do pot or care if you are having a bad hair month. Instead, they take you for exactly what you are and make you feel special the way no one else has done before. This post is to thank those people and tell them that they’ll be missed when they are not around.

This post is about accepting that life isn’t always a bitch.

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2 Responses to And then you die

  1. Amitabh says:

    hmmm…ummm…philosophical ehh!!

  2. Kunal says:

    Try “drunk” ;-)

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