In the sixth grade i saw my hands under one of those black lights that bring to light all the nasty things that the naked eye cant see.
that really fucked me up.
so much dirt goes un-noticed.
Things are really much worse than they appear to be.
sadly, my life would never be the same.
I havnt slep in 30 years.
I never achieved my childhood dream of flying a homemade helichopter.
You've gotta rule that stuff out.
I stuggle with that whole negative positive thing.
This could all go away like that.
Its all just a matter of calming my self internally.
And I know that every Mission has one simple objective
but i have wasted my whole life just trying to find out what the objective is
Fuck this mission and its objective
Fuck pride
Fuck accomplishment
My mom used to tell me that ill "never walk the line"
I am begining know what she meant.
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