I need what H.G Wells so skilfully dreamed up in one of his works. It only need it for a while. ... is all I ask for. But too bad, no one has managed to make it yet. So, I'm not going to get what I need. Which is why, I need to keep reminding myself, "If you're going to behave like you're walking in the shoes of a fucking idiot, remember, no one has made it yet." There is no such thing big red button. Because if there were, I wouldn't be writing this in the first place. Too bad, some things are beyond me, and seem to escape me everytime I learn it.
Everybody is a fucking human. Humans have brains. Brains where they produce thoughts, feelings and opinions. Not just me alone. But right now, I wouldn't be surprised if there is nothing up there. Wait, there isn't.
I'm my worst critic. Hard as I hit out at others, nothing compares to putting my ownself on trial, in my own court, under my own judge, my own jury, my own executioner and my own prison.
Yes, I'm a jackass and a fucking turd.
I'm sorry if you had to deal with it. Any of you. Won't fucking happen again.
-peace-