Will anyone notice.... that my humor isn't just me fucking around? If I playfully swing over the edge of a building... or if I put the toy gun to my head with a smile on my face? It just hits me... It always just hits me so badly. The thought has gotten so strong. "What is the point..." So many ask themselves. I don't think they ever get the right answers... and if they do life inevitably takes it away from them without regret. Who is going to love the fat girl? Who is ever going to listen to the idiot in the corner of the room. no one wants to listen to people cause there all so angry inside themselves. Why don't we all just walk into the sea and never turn around again?