I am so tired. “One foot in front of the other foot in front of the…”
So it goes. Emilie somesuch. Music.
Crying. Crying several times a day. Not that hard.
Advocating violence. What have I come to. I don’t fault myself. I just see the average sheeple pointing fingers and some randomly point at me. It’s a statistical distribution.
I guess I’m a scientist.
You were expecting… something more normal? Yes? No?
Seems we’ve lost sight of the things we started with and the time we allotted to finish.
What have you.
I have some sort of problems and I don’t know what they are. Do I just not want to work? Is that all?
Programming stubbornness? No more key typy typy?
What is it? Babey?
Ugh. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But saying that is not… I have to say, it’s not a part of me. You’d say that the physical extenstions of my self are part of me. I say they are not.
The pure self is something deeper.
But you are a naturalist, after all. Always were. What else can I expect from you. How I miss you. Just to have someone to chat with. Nothing serious.
When did it all get so serious. Why is my life so dramatic. I do not understand.
Depressive schizoaffective. Maybe they knew something I didn’t. Depressive. Nnnnn. I don’t know.