The fact that at in early age climb down on the hierarchy of needs to the second step destroys you from your inside. Thinking realistically makes me want to hide under the covers and pretend the thoughts were not mine. My intelligence is too high for my own well being, my instincts are fooling me to cower. The easy way is not the end, the easy way is to let go and let your self be embraced by others, but when the instincts do not trust the easy way the hard way is a closer target. When constantly observing humanity knock down each other, the instinct sits in the control room. Can someone replace my instinct?
One year, five months, I now, discovered what the one were going to say. The philosopher learns how to die.
Mainstreamthings can be the most ridiculous shit ever.