it’s weird that, in the movie in our minds, we always think we’re the main character, the most important person, the one who deserves the happy ending but the reality is lives run parallel and we’re all maybe just supporting characters or extras in other people’s lives and in the view of the universe we’re all insignificant like. everything i’m feeling it’s significant to me because i’m trapped in this movie in my mind where i’m the main character but it’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things
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