No matter how hard you look for perfection, the brutal nature of the world will keep you from spotting true happiness.

At least, that's my sleep-deprived interpretation of this image.

sigh Goddammit, I hate this. Because it's so irritatingly relateable.

I'd actually wear my glasses instead of contacts more often if it wasn't for the fact that they're always dirty. Like some ghost with greasy fingers is following me everywhere and touching them. Even when I try to clean them, in a matter of minutes, I see they're smudgy again!