I think i’ll post here quite often, this is amazing.
A place all my thoughts can go, maybe sort out my flustered mind. There’s no cogent way to figure out why humans crave to hurt themselves under grief, or pressure. There’s something about depression that chemically sorts out the good from the bad, choosing to focus on the negative. I’ve always wondered why gold has value. I think about it, and how it relates to other things. It’s like a person who worked academically to get to the top of his career is more prized than a man who physically got to the top. When I was a child, my brother found a gold paperclip. Of course it was spray-painted that color, but he thought it was valuable. I found it later and ran upstairs, in which he was so inclined to get this valuable figure, he strangled me, grabbed it, and ran off. Why were we taught this? It makes more sense if it had a physical benefit. But gold doesn’t.I don’t know. I’m just rambling on. I’m sorry if you took the time to read this and it turned out pointless.
I fail at almost everything, why should I be any good at writing?