I was born and misunderstanding was born. I was born and was getting used to breathing; people felt I forgot to breathe and hit my ass by hanging me upside down. 25 years later, nothing much has changed, i still get my ass kicked cause of sheer misunderstandings.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?