fools everywhere

people are idiots.
I'm done trying.

Bloggers block or

I absolutely cannot write.
I've had loads of mental room to think, but never anything to write on at hand.

Home is not a place i can think, write or exist as i am.

Moving out to a safe house is eventual and the only future i know.

Moving will mean a drastic change in everything i am.

Maybe all you see and read about as my thoughts aren't me at all. Maybe i'm really a good mamas boy, maybe I'm the guy your mama ought to have warned you about.
I'm fairly confident that I know what I'm doing.
I think i am.
I have to be right.



Weight is a funny thing to have to deal with.
it however is way more amusing when all this weight hits you as you just happen to be walking innocently on the road, thinking about nothing specific. And suddenly, BOOM, you're contemplating the trials of different choices and the very importance of having choices.

I like weight.
MAybe that's because I can never really HAVE weight. So keep trying to take on weight to fool myself that im exactly like everyone else.
Maybe Everything i just said is absolutely nonsense and im trying to justify my dramatic need for weight.


Maybe I don't know what im doing, saying or have any indication of what'll happen to me.
This could all be a facade.

the buddha did say this world in its entirety was an illusion
Maybe he was right.