I wish someone will show a movie of my life to me sometime... "This is your life:...now, so I won't be distracted. I'm so distracted, it's s terrible waste to my concentration, to everything that's meaningful. I want out, I want in, I don't want anything anymore.
"Where's the fly gone?"
"I dunno, it was there a while ago..."
"...what if the fly had no wings and it just rolled off?"
"Wouldn't it be called a ball instead?"
Decisions can kill a person. Right now I would love to be my pet rat.
Perhaps everything is wrong in life until a person dies. Perhaps I ingested something really bad and it's fucking up my brain right now, spilling out everything I fear to do so I do the counteract. Never it's been heard that a dental student decides out, and transfers to music -verified info- so argh, I will pull my hair out until I go bald and become a fish in the big sea. Perhaps I'm not my fingers and someday my fingers will fall out and i'll become a professional clapper instead. Oh, oh, decisions decisions. I wake up to the sound of rocks falling, angels yelping and dogs barking mad. I'm barking mad...
can someone help me?
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