And so sometimes, I could kill everyone. But then sometimes I am filled with such rage and disgust that humans could choose to take the life of another.
And then sometimes I cut myself and it makes me feel sharper. But then sometimes I look at my arm and worry that Iâ€™m doing it so that someone will help me.
And then sometimes I think about Christmas and how much fun it is to spend time with the family. But then sometimes I get filled with immense sadness because one day, I know they will all die.
And then sometimes I revel in being unattractive, knowing that appearance mean nothing. But then sometimes I wish that I was much more beautiful.
And then sometimes I am so pleased I am where I am today, because I have direction. But then sometimes I hate where I am because I am limited by the choices I have already made.
And then sometimes peopleâ€™s ignorance makes me chuckle and reminds me that I am so much smarter than most of the people I encounter on a daily basis. But then sometimes their stupidity crushes me because if everyone felt the same as I do, we could work out the answers.
And then sometimes I think about killing myself and I feel empowered. But then sometimes I think about killing myself and become filled with regret and guilt.
And then sometimes religion is a method of mind-control and social sanctioning that limits the thought ability of millions of people But then sometimes, I wish that I could believe in Heaven because then I would have function.
And right now I am wondering why there are so many bugs in my room.