This thing drives me mad: to wait from the moment of realization till the exact moment of predicted activity.
I improved. the way eternal love or contempt improves.
It’s horrible to get through understanding that you’re not a piece of art. Mentally crippled drug-addict and alcoholic with high demands and expectations. Worthless and more, suffocating. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
You’re actually on market.
I’m churching around and never fail. Marinize people.
I have to get my shit together. Immediately.