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Dear C, For the last week I've been feeling down I didn't believe anything And no conclusions could be found And all I could think is " what if life has no meaning? what if the universe just wastes space? what's the meaning of the human race?" But somehow inexplicably listening to you rant on the bus home about how your Harvard-trained substitute "Can't ******* teach" somehow unexplainably made my day a little brighter and pushed the system in my mind out like the month-long rainstorm that just ended yesterday I guess listening to someone vent when you feel pent up can make you feel a little more free so thank you
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
To My Friend, Who I Shall Call C
Dear C, For the last week I've been feeling down I didn't believe anything And no conclusions could be found And all I could think is " what if life has no meaning? what if the universe just wastes space? what's the meaning of the human race?" But somehow inexplicably listening to you rant on the bus home about how your Harvard-trained substitute "Can't ******* teach" somehow unexplainably made my day a little brighter and pushed the system in my mind out like the month-long rainstorm that just ended yesterday I guess listening to someone vent when you feel pent up can make you feel a little more free so thank you
I still have the existential thoughts, but I don't feel even half as bad.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
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