Can I rant here? Rant? Is that the right word? My eyes bear tears, my soul fire, my mind nothing but noise, and I've no idea which is most important?
Fuck. F**k. Either way.
I'm homeless. But I know I shouldn't be if I can help it. If I wanted to I could life comfortably for the next six years or so, living off the government without care or thought.
But I know better. Be it my meager and bizarre sense of pride telling me that I need to live off my own work, or my intellect knowing from experience that to do nothing would only result in me being in a mess again in six years and having even fewer options.
F**k. And I know that throwing this out here will change nothing. None of you are rich, close by AND generous to the point of stupidity. I just need to do something. My fingers upon keyboard. It is the small thing I can do, the thing I know, the world I know. Were I to do nothing, sit in a corner and be left alone to my thoughts and feelings I fear I would explode. Maybe hurt people in a violent outburst, or maybe literary explode into a blast of fire. Would be a hell of a way to learn I'm a planeswalker xD
Fuck. Well, at least even when my mind falls apart around me I'll still have some degree of humor. Fucking hell Greggory why are you typing this? You know why, you said it last paragraph. Yeah... Yeah you did. I need something. I need something. What do I need? Light? Fire? Curse this mind, it's curious movements. F**k
I'm sorry. I know this is pointless to write. If you got this far before skipping on to more rational things then thanks I suppose. I'll... watch some more youtube or some such s**t. Maybe listen to undertale parody music videos.