A mind being ill means it not being fit for things around it.
Not necessarily something wrong with it, in theory or morally.
Everything else could be different as well, not just that individual.
In another time or world perhaps.
The point is I can't stand most everything.
Actually, I'm quite happy most of the time.
I'm just broken and terrified of stuff.
So that things don't work out.
I want to sex up, murder, fuck, love, punch, hate, despise
and eat everything and person. And laugh constantly.
Mostly at myself because this is ridiculous. Yet it feels real; in the moment.
I don't know. What to think or do...
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