Shit happens when you party naked. I just did, at least in my mind. Partied naked, or showed myself vulnerable and bare more correctly, at least in this case. Life drifts on anyways, even if you turn out rejected by friends, family, dear ones or even the world. Life will always drift on, with or without you.

The difference between living and existing? In my opinion, existing is simply to just exist without taking any notice of or appreciating what life has to offer, little joy-bringers. It could be a smile from a stranger, it could be to watch the stars a late autumn night or to laugh. Alot of people take this for granted, alot of people miss all these things. When you get ill you see things from another perspective.