What I do doesn't really matter, since it consists of wading around in the sea of life, constantly poked and prodded at by bigger fish and fishermen. Constantly wondering why it's so big and spacious and why some things are different than others. Why I can't have things that I want because it'll hurt in the end. Who knows? I might be searching one day and find treasure in the wreckage. |
I am a mermaid. Any arguments are invalid.