how I will never meet anyone who I will find to be perfect
how big the universe is
how I don’t know everything
how my views on things aren’t perfect
how everything can always be debated and never solved
how everyone has issues
how confusing life is
And then I think how I’d rather not exist. Not that I want to kill myself, but these things annoy and aggravate me so much, that I’d rather not face them. I think I’d rather sit back and watch everyone else go through it.