It’s unfair that I have to work so hard to be alive when I already work hard enough and earn everything I deserve.
History catches up to everyone. There is no such thing as progress.
Or is this because I don’t exercise enough. I feel bad because of a lack of endorphins.
How do I feel better?
This mental illness…
I want my doctors to explain it to me.
They want me to explain it to them.
No more yelling, no more yelling, please… I can feel people no one knows how it works, relax, we all can…
I give up. THAT part is fake. You CAN’T feel people. YOU’RE all delusional. Sorry =/
So live with your gross ugly. YOU exercise. I do quite enough. Why bully me again?
I’m just a lonely artist. Day job? Science. Night hero? Art.
Sometimes it doesn’t.
Thenwise, people die. And I loved them. It hurts.
You have no idea.
We get by but I won’t say the calves in the field know any less than us.
That’s why I think we are wealthy.