There is no point in living. There is no point in dying either. There is a point in nothing, everything. I am God, a wortheless one. My thoughts are paradise, and all I'm thinking of is hell. I'm fine as long as I'm not. I'm extremely intelligent, and I use it to ponder about my stupidity. I hate doing things I love. Music makes me forget music. Reflections are drugs. My favorite color is love. I hate time. I am the father of an orphan. Happiness is a promise. I lie about the truth. The answer to everything is a question, right? I have the biggest ego, and it doesn't like me. My bipolarity is bipolar. Grateful for my jealousy. Manipulative. I try to imagine reality. I'm sorry for not caring. Writing is useless. I am a people pleaser, to please myself. What secrets do I keep from myself? This is badly perfect. Paradoxes make sense. I like breathing in, I hate breathing out. That's all.