Appendix

This is how useful I feel, on the greater scheme of things a downpour of depression as a newsfeed quotes “Arr!”…”You ok hun?” followed by a flurry of ex’s. What am I doing here? That’s time from my life wasted while I had potential to be wasting it on not curing cancer or not making people happier. If someone tells me “I AM” “AM I?” Secretly no one wants to change a mood unless it’s someone else’s. Is what I really want cased aside because it’s not stereotypical? Or do I even know what I want? All men are made equally useless. Inspiration is found in many forms, I’m yet to be one. My irrelevance, plain to see be it may. But even an appendix can do something notable one day.