I feel stuck to the floorboards. Where is my beginning? Where is my ending? Which sandals of the vandals will I step on later? People give the opposite effect too much credit and it irritates my irrigation system so terribly.
What
Am I even doing? Everyone has such a sure idea of how to carry themselves through life. Meanwhile I’m bobbling around with some sort of identity crisis half the time. God I wish I knew the simplest of secrets. It really would help if I was just better informed about where my likelihood would make me less misunderstood. It’s such a pain.
WELL HEY NOW
Never before have I felt so good about myself. Usually when I look down on someone I’ll be leaning back. Might as well put it horizontally on a plane because I was sleeping in pure mirth that I wasn’t contained.
Hum.
I need to reflect. I need to relax. I need to revive. I need to respond.
Shiver
I hate when people purposefully kiss your feet. It means nothing and it does everything to really ruin the moment. Not a great thing. It makes you wonder what really is the point of compliments, if all they leave are dents. Is it right of me to be nihilistic about this?