Transcribed- inner monologue

Journal writing..... That's all I ever do

(the voices in my head, I only mind the ones that speak english)
its morning..
the brain feels like its steamed like vegetables.
I poke it with a stick.......
to see if it will move.
What the f**k is this on my television...?
This untalented man has a second single? "gonna make you sweat.. " Dude this guy looks like hes gotten lost heading to the gym a few times.
I have lost faith in media.
Lost faith in the masses..... really?! What the f**k is this s**t
Maybe its me.... I confussed by daily displays of stupidity.
storm front moves in, the wind blows in the shelters walls
I am exposed to a world of destruction
I have tried hard to leave the smallest foot prints
tried hard to give back what I have taken
But this world can be a w***e
painted up looking to swallow anyone whole
Who I am and who I was... will never be again
they paths will never cross
I will never have to see his face again...
the face of failure.
I have walked fast, past the remander of lost time.
I have become a person..
no more time wasted on worrying and fear.
nothing to fear, except fear its self.
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