I need a break from this. I have no idea how to take one. I need to exit stage wherever. Get out of this place for a bit. I need to go somewhere foreign and be alone for a while. I’m tired of people. We are a fungus on this earth. It is kind of gross what we do. Then again, I could care less. This is all very insignificant. 

 Lost art: penmanship. Who cares? People need to let go of certain things. I can’t let go of being stuck. 

I am hungry. That is terrible. Tomorrow is Monday. Not as terrible, but still horrible. It is raining. Depends. Anxious. Anxiety? Not the same to me. Not one bit. Both suck. Oh boo hoo you can’t get a lady. Tired of hearing it. Please be more interesting. For my sake. For my sanity. I can’t take the time anymore. 

Memories are wack. Bad memories are terrible. Good memories, while good eventually cause the realization that your experience is gone. No matter how hard you try you can’t re-live it. So why do we have memories? Oh right…so we can remember math.