Trying to let the aches and pain and insanity dissolve into the grass, the ground, the earth. I can't stand this the way it is. This tiny sliver of green is all I can find away from the never ending sun glaring noise and cars cars cars and people people people every fucking where. A million dollars can you get a tiny house. And a couple million more can let you stay and live in it - Fuck... I don't how to live like this. No friends nobody, can't go anywhere. I talk to people when I'm walking. Nice people but it isn't enough. Fuck me. I'm just lonely sick and crazy.
I wish I had a place of my own... maybe I could invite someone over. Maybe even have a girlfriend? It's only been 11 years. What to do when you just are not acceptable or good enough for human companionship.