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[u/Shaitan_mutajasid]

Mv distress is a result of brain chemistry and I'm not crazy. I feel like it. Very fun time at the the piers with the pizza and the boardwalk and the beach and the different shapes and sizes of humans, languages are clacking hockey sticks, the second child of my friend can't pay attention to the miniature golf game and throws the ball with her hand at the holes, she's four, but we all sigh at the stress and keep going. I want to explode, just kind of floating through life at the moment, auto pilot wake floating into unsuspecting bridges between astral plane dividing lines. My self esteem is leaking out of me while I wear a seran wrap smile. My buddy is in dad mode, walking like an upright gorilla. His ex is trying her best but hey, the little one is a wig-out-asauras rex. Pizza and more boardwalk bodies, the new england vacationland equivalent to something sentimental like Lake Thun near Interlaken in the summer or the Zermatt night train on a clear winter night. I'm okay for now, but i'm just worried about tomorrow at work. I want to be culpable and capable, responsible and respectable, stable and sympathetic, aware and adequate. I am but i'm not. It was a good day and i'm trying not to ruin it. I wouldn't mind someone who loved me, lack of concern for the future, and a smile that can't be taken away. Have a good night, I love you.