So the ruckus of a moment comes when you think that you're either fucked or in some kinda confused dilemma and its arguable to mention which is suicide when the latter happens. All right bless me with the fact that i have two legs and a brain. But God's a real genius. Not only are we all self fulfilled prophecy from time to time we are self problem creating beings on this side of earth. Forget the other side, they're probably thinking when to flood us.

But heres a little something to sit down and think about.

You go back, way back, and you think you could have made your life better if you changed a few things? we're fucked. One way or the other but take comfort in the fact that fucked comes in all shapes and sizes and thats, the epitome of life and john lennons a real prick of a genius to say whatever happens to you while you're making plans is life and just maybe thats why he dead.

We spend our whole lives owing explanations when theres no need for one.
everybody jus talk too much. asks too much. Expects too much.

Ibid.