Dear Prudence, The Beatles, 1968.
The sun is up, the sky is blue. It’s beautiful and so are you
people out here saying angelina jolie is now worthless because she doesnt have breasts but im pretty sure shes at home getting fanned by pool boys and sittin on that 120 million dollar worth while brad pitt sucks her toes ya’ll aint even worth it
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever