Life is chock-full of many disappointments – get used to it. I wanted to be six feet tall. I wanted to be a movie star with worshipping fans. I wanted 4 million followers, None of these things are ever going to come true.
This really does hurt. I’m thinking and sleeping in whispering and hurting. I am I’m trying to think about something – eyes are closed and I’m remembering not much. I think back to a time when I was younger and I lived another location. People knew me in this location but I was only there for a short time. thankfully that time was a good period of time. It made me a better man until I was no longer any better than any other man.
The first time I met you I knew that you and I would be friends. It’s because we have so much in common and besides we despised everybody else on the face of the Earth. I can’t remember if we got along well or not but it was better than not getting along with anybody else. I think therefore I must sort of be or at least I think I was, so goes but not too far. Calculating the mysteries of life is wonderful or are they wonderful.
Take what you can from what I say and her lit up the sky a mess hard and wide as he can cuz you must throw out all convictions and all miscommunications while discovering what truly makes one Wonder. I’m hopelessly devoted of all seriousness and slightly misunderstood by all this calculated sky and Reasonable Doubt and reasonable Whimsical hyperbole it’s fun to say things when you don’t understand what you’re actually say and I continue mumbling on Words as a sky forces me to recall the greatest views of writing my brain thoughts. I’m not really remembering much about you. My brain cries out for this it hurts the sentimental Malarkey and rumbling rumbles.