I keep wondering what's important in life and every time I find an answer I realize that it's not that simple and I have to start over again. Buuuuuut, I'm beginning to take life seriously and I try to do "the right thing".
OH RIGHT. I'm wondering what "the right thing" is. I'm not sure if there are people who feel genuinely happy by making other people suffer. I'm talking here OF COURSE about the BURDEN OF MONEY. THE CAPITALIST NIGHTMARES.
I think I lost it again, here are some random thoughts:
You know why I don't like writing things? Maybe I should read more of that suicide chick. Veronica? No, I don't know. Stream of consciousness. Oh and I do like writing things, but I don't like the part where you have to make the sentences make sense. Make sencentes make sente.
QUOD ERAT FACIENDUM
Virginia Woolf... :O
by: grul