Party all night in my head. Couldn't really sleep. But ya so I'm at the coffee financial Bank of America, the breakfast stoop. I'm so fucking bored. I just want to paint everything. I don't wanna get in trouble but I'm loosing my mind, who ever, what ever. Anyways, I don't like making stuff when I don't feel good. I rather just wait until I want to. Sometimes I just freak out and say fuck it but in the end it just keeps going and freaking out doesn't help. Even if it were to stop, what's the point of freaking out? That makes it so much more scary. To know we teeter on certain doom everyday and walk around as if nothing is happening. Is that healthy?