What am I? What am I doing here? Why?
I don’t know.
Is this all that I am? Is there nothing more?
I ask myself questions, and I get questions in return. Am I just confused, or am I insane?
I can’t help but think that somewhere I missed something important, but I don’t know what it was. I try to figure it out, but I just get confused. Brains should come with instruction manuals, or at least API guides so we might have a chance of figuring them out.
And then just now that nagging little voice says “you don’t mean any of this, you’re just posing for attention.” Half of me is a sociopath, but I don’t know which one. I wish I was drunk.
That song really sucked. Just thought I’d share that. I really can’t stand Neil Young. All fake earnestness. Fuck him.
Time for a nap.