7 Billion and everyone elbowing everyone for expression and to everyone they are the only ones alive. I know you and I know them, but in the end the only thing I know is me and sometimes not even that. In this heat and battle, how am I in any way unique? To be removed a few genes at a time from everyone is not enough.

Delirium and death, I want to be that. 

Sad, I am sad. I'm feeling homesick. the days are fast and varied but I'm still feeling kind of alone. I want meaningful people.

To be fair, this is just a mood, I'll probably be happy like mad on saturday