my talent is knowing and keep on knowing

obsession keeps me sane, too much makes me highly disoriented and it's scarcity turns me into a zombie

where is the balance that i crave?
if i close my eyes and i dont see that thing against my will then it's not an obsession yet.

but when i do see it, nothing stops it. there's a constant broadcasting in my subconscious about it

leaves are so green currently, i fucking love it

and when the pitch black sky meets the pitch black land submerging at the horizon....

do you feel me? natural art.

i don't understand from where do these people get energy to talk about other people so much

the day i spent in vain, was the day that the man that died yesterday, so desperately wanted.

i'm fucking jealoussssssssssssss, jealousssssssssssssssssss JEALOUSSSSSYYYYYY ENVYYYYY AUGHHHHHHHH the AGONYYY

clenching my teeth so hard, my jaw is gonna burst under pressure

no wonder i hate everybody, with this much hate do you expect me to spit out sugarish shit?