every interaction with the other humans feels so surreal. like everyone is in on it. so many little stories. i am not expecting a check in the mail for the past two weeks of working . i would like to keep on this little gardening project, see it through and its going fine, with flowers. about to sow some more, and i have to hope but now, mad fisher dude who likes to play, on the street said if he ever see me again- and the others who, what are they on?

no more bullshit. no more bullshitting bullshitters. they can just keep that shit to themself and leave me be. i am too busy for it.

and i never go on reddit but what the ?