Every time I write something on here I’m embarrassed. It will seem like a good story, but when I read it later, I hate it. It happens everyday. It made me stop writing for seven weeks. I hate my own work. How do I stop? Help.

I’m friends with Mariam. Mariam’s friends with Claire. So I must be friends with Claire. But I’m not. I hate Claire.

Claire is a bitch. I can’t stand her. It’s hard to be friends with Mariam when she’s friends with Claire. No one is nice to Claire except Mariam. Everyone is nice to Mariam.

Mariam doesn’t actually like Claire. She is just a pushover. Her being a pushover gets annoying. That’s one thing Claire and I agree on.

Claire doesn’t want Mariam to be friends with me. I don’t want Mariam to be friends with Claire. Maybe I’m just as bad as Claire.

When I was young, my favorite game was the game of life. My family thought it was boring so I would play alone. At first I was sad that I had to play alone, but I learned to adapt and make it fun.

Now I’m older and playing the real game of life. Not much has changed. I still play alone.

You win some You lose some I mostly lose

Bump, pass, hit I play like shit

I try to set I fail

I try to serve I fail worse

Bump, pass, hit I should quit

What the fuck am I going to do? I know nothing about philosophy. My philosophy is to leave philosophizing to the philosophers. But that’s me now I guess. Oh shit I gotta speak now.

“Hello everyone! It is I, the greatest philosopher in the world! I know you are all wondering the meaning of life. If you ask others, they will give you many different answers, but I have found the real one.”

Have I? I’d like to know now. Can I please go back to my body now? Whoever is trying to torture me it’s working. I’ll just make up shit.

“I have been studying philosophy for years. I have spent almost all my life, to find the meaning of yours. The meaning of my life, is to find the meaning. Your meaning of life is to worship me once I find the answer, and I have. That is it.”

What the hell did I just say? They worship me? I guess that’s nice. Will this actually work? No one’s doing anything.

“And since your meaning of life is to worship me, when you make the statues, please don’t do me dirty.”

Silence. That was a joke obviously. This philosopher is so ugly I don’t think it’s possible to not do him dirty. Do me dirty. I’m him now. Fuck.

“So thank you for your time, I can’t wait until you get to your worshiping!”

Applause. Finally. I think I’m gonna pull this off!

As I stand here before you, about to give a grand speech on the meaning of life, I can't help but feel a sense of irony. For I, who have spent my entire life pondering the mysteries of existence, am now in a body that is not my own. And yet, perhaps this is a fitting metaphor for the human experience. We are all strangers in our own bodies, trying to make sense of a world that is at once beautiful and terrifying.

So what is the meaning of life? This is a question that has perplexed philosophers for centuries, and I am no exception. But if there is one thing that I have learned in my years of contemplation, it is that the answer is not a simple one. Life is not a puzzle to be solved, but a journey to be experienced.

We all have our own unique paths to follow, and it is up to us to find meaning in our own lives. For some, that may mean pursuing a career or starting a family. For others, it may mean traveling the world or devoting oneself to a cause. But whatever our individual pursuits may be, they are all part of a larger tapestry of human experience.

And so, my dear friends, I urge you to embrace the journey that is life. Embrace the challenges and the joys, the triumphs and the failures. For it is through these experiences that we come to understand ourselves and the world around us. And if we can find meaning in our own lives, then perhaps we can also find meaning in the world as a whole.

In the dark of night, when all is still, The demons come, with claws and teeth to kill. They chase me down, through endless halls of fear, And I can't escape, no matter how I steer.

My heart pounds in my chest, my breath is short and quick, As I run and run, through the shadows thick. But still they come, with eyes that gleam with hate, And I know that this time, I won't escape my fate.

I wake up in a sweat, my sheets all soaked with fear, And I know that once again, my dreams have brought me here. To this place of pain, where my nightmares reign, And I can't escape, no matter how I strain.

But still I try, to face the horrors of my mind, To find the strength to leave my fears behind. And though it's hard, and though I often fail, I know that I must keep on, and never let my courage pale.

For in the end, I know that I will find, The peace and solace that I seek, deep in my mind. And though the demons come, with claws and teeth to kill, I know that I will rise again, and face them with my will.

Moon is hot Moon is near It’s way too hot For us here

Why can’t sun, Who’s far away, Give off heat So we can stay?

Moon is hot Moon is near The world might end That I fear

Please don’t get kittens Kittens bite

Please don’t get dogs Dogs bite

Please don’t get turtles Turtles bite

Please don’t get birds Birds bite

Please don’t get bunnies Bunnies bite

Please don’t get pigs Pigs bite

Please don’t get bears Bears bite

Please don’t get gorillas Gorillas bite

Please don’t get giraffes Giraffes bite

Please don’t get bats Bats bite

Please don’t get kittens Kittens bite