Extreme Suffering

My life is a manifestation of my soul

Everybody talks but nobody listens, which is why I speak how I want and when I want

Sometimes I’ll mumble “get me out of here please” on the off chance that someone is near and they’ll listen

I’m like if a zombie who was rotting on the inside and out was high functioning

The madness just goes on and on it’s neverending

Aliens being real wouldn’t be that big of a deal to me as it seems to be for other people. It would be like platypuses being real isn’t a big deal. It’s sort of interesting but not this wild mind blowing thing that would change everything for me

Thinking about getting into golf just to be able to ride a golf cart around