[ SouLJiaH! ]

Im a no good creature that should be burned or buried under tons of scum. But I surprisingly seem to survive all sorts of punishment. I have-self respect and I knoe my sterling potential and wut I am worth (which isnt much) but this is how I was, this is wut I am. Still, I like being here, transfixed on this plain, vast limbo without rim called living. I like being here, feeling the wind and the sun upon my skin, the fullness of my stomach, the electric surge of an orgasm. I am easy going and frivolous. I am an extrovert. Though interested in people, I detest being friendly to those I have no vibes with, not because it takes so much effort, so much violence to ones self to attempt friendliness where there is nothing but indifference or contempt. I am friendly-this is my nature. I am open to anything. I have a mind like a sponge that absorbs oil, water, muck, dirt and a cast-iron stomach. I eat anything. They also say Im an achiever, that I can do wut I set my mind to. But wut wonders have I done to my mind, to my body, to me? I have a million questions in mind and till now I got no answer. Questions like: How many light years is it to the nearest galaxy? And even if we got there, in the end, will the trip be worth it? How long did it take the pterodactyl to disappear frum the swamp? for the diamond to be? A baby feeds on its mothers womb for nine months and is strangled slowly after birth because it does not have milk or proteins. Does it make any difference if it dies in nine months or before the age of nine? I have long known that time is an enemy rather than a friend, a deceiver because it lulls us into thinking it can solve everything and therefore, nothing.