can't find reflection in these days

existing isn't analyzing, so maybe i'm not made out for this. i'm a pompous self-righteous hypercritical and overly paranoid moron who can't hold a two minute conversation about the weather without feeling uncomfortable. sick of being conscious. anyone and everyone with inspiration and creativity, you're damn lucky, whether or not it's based on some type of psychological disorder if you have a you then you're pretty damn lucky, if you care you're lucky, if you can blindly feel or argue you're lucky. i'd give anything to have something to follow but i'll most likely die trying. hopefully in a freak accident. yeah, gotta love drama. and i hope to shame the world....