The Easy Days.

some days are harder than the others, some days are harder... THEN.. the others. some days are fucking easy, maybe too easy it doesn't seem right that i get what i have sometimes it feels like things are just handed to me. but then some days are harder, the memories drill through my mind from one temple to the other crossing the most painful path it could find, erasing every other emotion that brings joy and creating its path of doom and mise-fucking-ry in my head. who brings these conflicts on me? certainly not me, oh God not me, I'm perfect, this is a well known fact, not her, her, her or even her.. although I'm not sure about her... but if even that its not their fault either. I don't get it, is it my fault if i get sick for eating spicy food? or the food company... who do i sue when my mind wont stop fucking spinning around like even the most elaborate state of the art pieces of machinery need an update... as for myself, the most meticulous set of neurons ever created. the perfect mind your majesty and ruler I am still waiting on my v.2.0