There is no peace, there is so safety. 90 in the pouring rain because I’m dying to feel something. The matrix has me so drained, Q has been a light for me to see in the tunnel. Yet all it’s done is expose me to even more darkness. The world will never be as it was when I was a child? When do we get out of this rat race of survival? 3.40 for a single Gatorade today… I don’t make enough to support the family I have how am I to grow or ever leave something for my children?

I’m so burdened by the slow knife frens. I can’t be alone, WWG1WGA, I just want to reach the good part. NCSWIC right?