Is it normal that i laugh almost uncontrollably at sick things?
Is it normal to pass through the entire spectrum of human emotions in one day, like a brakeless train ride through insanity's different states?
I fart a lot.
I'm glad I have my inner confidence as I often feel the worthlessness of existing...
Money sickens me.
I'd like to get paid, secretly, by a private illustrator of my life, a gently complimentary cartoonist who draws my handsome chin reflecting on the very nature of things.
Is it normal to tug at yourself half-heartedly, feeling in your heart the closed door of the womb still pressed up against your fists?
I much prefer sleep, and animals, to human beings.
No, it's not depression, just the particular tincture of the humours I was born with.
Thank you for your judgement, it only further drives home my point...