There’s something really unpleasant about people, though. This whole “instinct” thing, is it real, and if so, how?
Eh. man. I don’t read the psychology papers.
I don’t read much of much.
I never feel alone. I don’t know why or how to fix anything.
Nature. Need more nature in my life.
Shitty Freudian stuff. Not even what it’s about.
Everyone turned into a facking child except me.