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Are there certain things one should try to negotiate?


All the things that are bad in this world, negotiation is the only thing you have to do to keep up. I have been sick again, and reminded of all things that are sick in this world. I refused to call them bad or synonyms alike. I am a rotten root anyway, the fruit itself survives sure. I have had cold feets and more. I will cancel my therapy session tomorrow. Sometimes the only thing that I can think of is thought itself. I have had so many thoughts not long enough to write, to make sense. I know I exist though, through the means of one second realizations of the moment, then it's gone again because I have to interact, that interaction is like lapse of water over inks over paper over threads. It's not just is. Not just is. 

I am sorry God, I am sorry God. 

You do realize that I can't write right? I'm the one with the disease.

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