It's raining here and the mood elevates my nonsense thinking to a new low. I feel neurotically fucked up! But I don't give a flying fuck. Because for fuck's sake I don't even fucking think. I maybe numb but I'm not dumb. Haha. The problem with me... if it doesn't matter then I wouldn't think about it so much. Fool! Skyefool! more like Skyeflakes! Oh crap! Dyslexia of confusion! I sigh.
Damn. Life is weird. I am vaguely weirder. Slightly bordering on the illusions of grandeur desire. Skylark squaloring skintness of feelings. I don't want t be in depth of ruins. Where is the missing piece? I want to feel. But maybe, the piece doesn't want to. Fuck.
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