I am,
A fool, gullible and naive. Pretentious and parched.
Silly and small headed, pathetic and injusticed.
How silly isn't it?
To say that of myself.
So why do I do it? Why can't I be like Clement?
It seems surprising when my usual self gets irritated of this kind of people.
When "this kind of people" is myself in the night.
Why do I do good? It will all be meaningless. Wisdom is no different from foolishness, no happiness can be gained eventually.
Last month, I received word that this (July) would be a very trying month and I was not to clown around.
It's unbelievably true and I cant wait for this month to end.
Is it not then a chasing after the wind?
I did well for my performance today. So I got thanks and a reasonably fun time, yet I feel empty.
I need service, anyway, i use such bumbling words.
Empty, bah, that sounds like a word used by every teenager Tom Dick and Harry. They offer me nothing.
Oh Christ, help me.