I can respect your vivacious spirit, but I frown on your follow through. the actions you care to share are less than perfect, and knowing you’re never modest, this can only mean you are a wreck of a human in your true form.
youre idealism is commendable, and you may last, but only as a parasite or a virus at best. on what is to be seen, but your soulless thoughts and actions leave me caring less than if you were a flea the next county over. I don’t even know the name of that count, buy I care for that flea more than you’re supposed strong will. your a fire that must be crushed, u junky burn the life out of all around you. the darkness grows with your arrival, no law of physics can explain it, except if you were a black hole, but that would be a compliment.