• Me: The Universe keeps fucking with me.
  • My Sister: I know, but it has to stop soon.
  • Me: No it doesn't. The Universe doesn't give two shits about anything. It does what it does.

Would somebody please tell me why the Universe is fucking with me so bad right now?

He thought about that for a minute, and it bothered him a little bit. But then he went on with his day and he didn’t think about it anymore.

Every once in a while I start thinking about things, but then I make myself stop. It’s better not to think so much.

You know how you eat a shit sandwich? Keep chewing.