felt exactly the same as when you were a kid and your parents asked you to wait in the cashier line with all the groceries and no money while they vanish into the aisles and you turn in line was almost up and you were left only with agony and a fake smile on your face
there are these big buildings full of food but if you just take the food and walk off then someone will call a guy to put you in a little room thats so fucking weird
if someone decides you are acting weird they can call a guy to drive you away and put you in a little room and sometimes the guy can be mean and punch you or shoot you if you make the wrong noise
i dont like this can we stop putting people in little rooms for stupid shit
every now and again i like to browse random thoughts on the P.I. search and giggle about my finds,,, feels like a hug (and sometimes a deep dive to the psych ward [thank you all])
it's been stuck in the back of my head forever (one of the greatest!!!)
"The real truth about it is no one gets it right
The real truth about it is we're all supposed to try
There ain't no end to the sands I've been trying to cross
The real truth about it is my kind of life's no better off
If it's got the map or if it's lost
We will try and know whatever we will try
We will be gone but not forever
Come on let's try and know whatever we will try
We will be gone but not forever"
