I am fine...
I am completely fine....
I am happy, relaxed, complete...
I am sunny, funny, pretty, simple...
BULLSHIT.
I'm not fine...
I feel horrible, terrible...
I'm empty, hollow, disposable...
I'm awful, complicated, miserable...
What I keep wondering...why if my existence is so pityful and regrettable, does the superior being (or beings) that reside up above keep throwing crap at me?
What's the joke? what's the point...? Aiming at a ghost? at a soulless person? at someone with no will for life...?
Ok...I get it...I'm a cosmic joke...I'll be fine....I'm always fine...
UNTIL I EXPLODE AND KILL EVERYBODY AROUND ME!
Gaia
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