They’re all physically, mentally, spiritually and sociologically ugly. They’re heading straight to nowhere.
Depresion post-ripping a painting. I hate school, hell with their numbers. No one cares I just hate it so much I had to write it.
Is not that easy to work with imaginary people you know…
…especially if they might exist.
A dragonfly and a bird, they flew by separately but they both flew over me before it was mid-day. Althogh they were blurry and I could not quite see them, this might be a sign of luck and today might be a great day.