My brain does that in lament of the evens from the past 24 hours. Obviously I feel embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Not trying to make shit about myself but really it all boils down to the fact that if I’m not feeling good inside, I’m not doing so hot outside. It pains me to see me breathe. To see my pulse vibrate underneath my skin. To have to deal with the most ridiculous of souls but know that really I outweigh all of them in nonsensical process. What a pain in the rear end. It gives me grief of some sorts and that just really does me terribly to be quite fair. Maybe my desperation is more obvious instead of my genuine persistence. Huge difference. I don’t know what else to really say about that. It burns my mind. Melts it to a smouldering core of regret fear and anger. Jeez, what a perilous ride it is to be alive. I still have a hangover and that’s okay because I’ll find another job anyway, but it doesn’t make me feel any better all the same. I’m hungry enough to cheat, yet I won’t cheat my friends out just for a free meal. That is wrong. But who am I to say? I was born from a scorn for loneliness. Possibly. Sorry.