It is without a doubt that my sanity has left me. I feel like it took a rocket to Saturn to go for a long vacation, or it possibly hopped on a comet and said “Adios,
motherfuckers amigos! See you in a decade!”
To keep stable and not accidentally set of a bomb under my blanket, I go through what seems to be called ‘human interaction‘. Strange thing it is.
Here are a few miserable bits of it:
This is me, trying to focus. Trying
and failing to study.
This is a game called 5 word stories. It’s a good icebreaker and
So I said this joke to my mother. While I was laughing a bit too hard at my own joke,
she looked at me like she wanted to make me sleep outside of the house.
I was talking to my cousin. The word I meant to type was ‘thinking’.
I really love Germany. Please don’t murder me.
And this poem.
PUNS. Me and my love affair with puns.
Another joke. My mother almost hit me with the
broom she was holding this time.
Lesson of that day. Murder = My Dear
Cucumbers and pickles. Fun, fun, fun!
A lesson on ravens…
It gets serious here. Sad even.
But as everything is, there is a lesson that can be learned from this.
And in the end, there will always be hope.