Too often, has a life been torn by neglect and the life has searched for something to mend it, but all it finds is more neglect. There is never someone to blame when you need them. But only yourselve you find to look down apon. Don't turn your back on the person drowning in self-pity. Their scream will fall deaf to your ignorance.
People are so creul.
More over, this mood makes me write, I feel obligated, but writing never helps, when you write of the horror in the world. Making a joke about it, helps. It feels like a zoo. But, I wish there could be some gradual progression towards manhood, not a single cliff standing obleque like the grand canyon. So, although I see the picture, it's not like I'm the one who can paint it.