It being November, it's customary for me to fall into a spiraling pit of despair around now, escaping this existential crisis only through the painful mental breakdown and reconstruction that is my birthday.
Perhaps this year will be different. Perhaps Gross Anatomy has allowed me to face the idea of my own mortality with a smile and a calm hand.
And I left my Evangelion DVD at home. So I'm less likely to kill myself.
It all returns to nothing,
It all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down
It all returns to nothing,
I just keep letting me down, letting me down, letting me down
Dodged a bullet there.
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