so they told me this before but i didn't actually believe them. too much of something is just as hard to get as none of anything... i'm sad but it's not hard to guess why. the leaves are falling and i don't mind catching them if that makes me move... i move but sad things happen, everywhere. it sounds like trash metal, trash food, trash trash resting on the surface of this shallow water. i hate shallow water, most of the times it just stinks... like my ancestors. they smelled like runaways... is that why i love to run away? to say it's over and chase myself away... to chain my own hands to this running train i can't stand. but in the end it always feel better, doesn't it? what does it mean to feel it's better than bad? is it any good at all? guess i'm just too weak to talk.
