Sometimes I just wonder and am so relentless for everything to just happen pronto and get done with it all like a whirlwind, but then the reality dawns upon me that when all that is keeping me hold on, wait, think and all, when it ends, what will there be left to do? So I suppose things, all of them are there for an unknown mystical reason. It's somehow a little bit annoying albeit it passes soon. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala . I really want to help people, work with cancer kids, stand on the road tell those trashing around to have a brain. Brainless beings, just like me haha . Work at a pizza joint. Meet this person, meet that person. Twirl over in the wind. Make a documentary about the Pakistani army. And when I do, I'd not regret getting a bullet um in my leg, I mean neck would be too brutal so... Do this, do that, do this do that.......... Gawsh . Something... Not this wasting away like this, please! A strict inequality - division slash-three.
^ Oh, I miss you too, Johanna.
And you ALLLL!
^ Oh, I miss you too, Johanna.
And you ALLLL!
Note: (I apologize beforehand; if my, addressing humans like this causes discomfort to anyone)
