So we're struggling, lifes our souls, and failing with each attempt.
I've been having so much trouble sleeping lately.
So many problems, yet I can't seem to let any of them bother me.
Most of all I think what bugs me is the amount of people that I haven't been seeing lately. And people that I want to talk to me more, that don't.
I've been sketching and painting like a maniac with a cause.
Man, I wish I could sleep.
Did you know that dogs have cleaner mouths than humans?
That semen has essential nutrients in it?
That every single person has a unique way of writing, like a finger print?
That Nigel thinks he's a bit crazy, even on his best days.
Or that I get sick whenever I think about Riley.
Or that I hate how my last girlfriend turned out, woohoo.
Me on the losing side, like always.
Constantly, disappointment, and yet I have the most unique and upbeat tempto.
It's like not only do I stay positive, when I have no reason to, I have a way of making that positivity move on to other people. A contagious positive.
Honestly, I wish I could teleport.