Yesterday I watched a sitcom called “Pushing Daises”. It was extremely abstract and I loved it. Absract things make you think. Ain’t I abstract? But I know I make you think. I sometimes wish I was in a box, shrinking, smalled and smaller until I don’t need to think of anything. Then I will crawl into a cookie jar, the cookies will be my food, while I stay for a few weeks or so, then I’ll crawl back out again. All my problems will be gone, and I will rentlessly grow big again. And if problem strikes, I’ll shrink again.

Why do people ignore me like I have no feelings?
want to me stab you with a spear, fork, knife, gun?
Will that make you listen?

*stab, stab, stab* I love you but at the same time I hate you :x
それは実際に悪い

NATHAN SHUT UP.
You talk to much.
SHUT UP.