You sarcastically said: "what a life-" it has been impetuously so. Yet at times it too has been unknown; perhaps, since we were five.
That moment I could comprehend thoughts and feelings tied to existing- which, as you know, are tough to amend; I was falling, twisting; condemned, with only one truly possible ending.
Though, unlike those sidewalk preachers and pretty bad teachers, my end is rather far. I could take a plane, a train, or someone's car, but alas, my weekend is meager.
Again I'll probably edit this, but hey its pretty cool right now.