I think, i need to employ a detective or some shit.
suddenly,
there's this barrier between me and some friends.
fucking barrier.
how'd that come about? why?
and they say move on.
move on?
without knowing what went wrong?

I must be thinking too much.
or maybe not thinking at all.
sometimes you just hope you're not human,
then you wouldn't know what stress was.
your life would just be.
eat
sleep.
shit.
eat.
shit.
eat shit?
sleep.