This could almost qualify for the Not Stoked thread, but do you ever feel bad killing bugs? Sometimes I do. They do have brains and purposes after all.
And have you ever thought what it would be like to be blinded in an accident? Would you have the will to go on? Would you even be able to end it all?
Also, I bought a t-shirt at the Gap, XXL, and it almost looks small on me. I'm fucking short and scrawny, how can an XXL fit that well on me?
Do you ever feel an impending sense of doom just as everything's going well? Like this life is too good to be true and something's gotta go wrong?
Fuck.