I calmed down.
God can’t hate you if there is no God.
Pull off your door handles, That’s a sign.
Smash your window and pick glass out of your hand..
That’s not a sign?
The anti Christ was supposed to be here like 20 minutes ago.
And a lot of people are talking about how fake everything is, And how Russia is supplying weapons to Iran.
And how that’s the real story, and everything else is a distraction.
War makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
And I’m not dead yet!
And I lay down with depression and fauxpium, and the cat knows it.
And he climbs up and he licks the back of my skull.
Let’s talk about being alive.
Let’s talk about what it is, what it feels like, and what it means.
And who has the right.
π§ hmm .
Gratitude motherfucker.
Do you speak it?
This thing will walk on ya, these people will, this game π―
Meh,that’s fine.
I’m alright βΊοΈ
The rain is coming…
I broke both my door handles and smashed my window with a rock.
Because because because…
Because God is good..EVERY day

Truly depressed people don’t think that they’re alone in all of this.
They know it.
It is not a weighing of the truth.
It’s just what’s real