This is essentially what my life has mainly been composed of for the past 4 years now, except right now it is especially prominent. It usually goes in cycles.
I'll have short burst of days when so much shit is happening, and life if good then for the next few weeks or months nothing happens and I'm stuck in this persistent stage of sleeping, eating, pooping, reading,...

This is more about you than it is about me. I am stealth, and danger, and wonder. I am here not there, but I leave my mark everywhere.



Ongoing mess.

I am stealth. A deviant, a connoisseur of irresponsible danger. I cause too much pain in this world, because of my irresponsible youth smiling at others misfortunes, playing my music too loud, and creating ruckus in public spaces. I shatter mirrors and hearts, and slam doors all because my sadistic tendencies...