You know we always start out with a hello and end with a goodbye. Why is there always a beginning and an ending, there just can’t be a beginning that never ends. Like a period it’s the end of my sentence so it’s the end of a thought and that thought will never be the same after you have thought or written it, wow(.) Here we go again with those periods, it feels like that my final word, but there are so much other words to be said. I hate how everything that begins ends like your born and every other day from that day is one more step to dieing. Like how pessimistic does that sound? Whoever thought of that one must’ve lived on a stranded island for half their life and their only friendd was a soccer ball named Wilson who eventually floated away into the sea after an “arguement.” Well in the end he went back to his wife and started a new beginning, so maybe there’s not always an end to every beginning maybe their a new beginning to the end.
Well besides that,
I’m in a kind of mellow happiness mood. If you haven’t noticed I talk a lot of random bullshit that seems like it has no point to it, but actually what I write does just in an indirect way. So I’m tired of writing, I’m about to go shower now. Toodles.