September 3, 2014
This life is not for me. People are so mean and busy they don’t see this world crumbling to ashes. I wish I could go to a time when things were simpler and not as destructive. My heart is not here anymore. I wish I could go far far away. The greed consumes everyone here. Malcolm is my only savior here. His thirst for knowledge is refreshing. My eyes hurt from crying so much. With so much knowledge out there, it is hard to see why people can be so ignorant to it, so lazy to learn. Life is like my disease: it can never get better. I’m so happy to have Kristin in my life again. How so few can share these life values is baffling to me. People are blind to the sun and moon, the grass and the trees. How the plants and animals have voices if only the time was taken to hear what they have to say
I wish I could write a book but it just comes out in long sentences that don’t make sense together. I have always had the stories in me, I just don’t know how to get them out. Funny that I want to write, I don’t like to read anything longer than an article.
I feel like I’m drowning.
people that argue with cashiers are the worst kind of people