are these chemicals making me a friendlier person? am i less inclined to freak out?

does everyone laugh behind my back about how i insist to be and think. am i a rediculous person?

the mind of a zug is fragile. many have tried to master it not one has succeeded. and the moores dont have problems.

my new toothbrush heads and silicone oven mitts will help. six new pairs of socks. two new pairs of shoes. one new shirt.

why do i insist on searching for some crazy version of happiness bestowed upon me by my mother?

i am happy with my path frustrated with my place.