hey everybody its isaac with no last name whatsoever because i cant think of any fictional last names. everything goes so shitty and sorts, a few stuffs are due which is fucking horrible but so difficult. i have been dealing with a little trauma myself questioning my reality.. it may not make sense of what i will say, but all i will say is
"we are people and people are weird, so, weirdness and people are the same thing; we are just foolish creatures and that's just it. i mean, we just drag our bones inside of a flesh, which, is just pretty much biological, but, at start, we find it disgusting, but when we see it often, we are getting used to it, and that's how mentality works. like, if the person is just into that too much, they might be insane, but if they are going deep into it, that's just wild of something, where people might also be melancholia depressed type thing. sorry, don't wanna bring up the suicide topic. my bad. but just, we are people who have their own interests, and sometimes, we make them ourselves, which is confusing but is so questioning. so it is interesting to some sorts of stuff. it's fine, it's all fine, i am fine, which i am actually not, but who cares? nobody is!"
я просто устал
