Dear Friend, Internet and Johny Depp,
We are gathered today in the holy sermon to discuss the matter of heart. My heart to be exact because I don't give a fudge about other people.
The Louvre museum, the place where they kept the Monalisa painting. The famous Eifel Tower in Paris. The big ben in london. The i dont know what bridge in Italy (Venice?). Recently a good friend of mine went to all of the above. The photo is mesmerizing and beautifully taken it bring tears in my eyes. I'm proud that my friend is able to visit such majestic places.
I don't think I will ever visit such place in my lifetime. I can make my infant smile with peekaboo, i got that going for me which is nice. (2010 called, they want their meme back).
Then I cried for how miserable my life is, and the fact that I will never be able to visit such place. It is my own doing for I lack self believe and this malevolent thought process need to be remedied pronto.
We need other people to suffer to make us feel better. African kids must starve so we can feel good about our self. It's not pretty. It is the ugly truth of the world in the practical sense. In the perfect world, we should be grateful just because and nothing else.
The point is, (this probably trademarked by John Oliver) I feel proud and melancholy. If you mentioned the Lourve Museum, I will burst into relentless tears. Mostly melancholy and a dab of pride knowing my friend been to places that I dream of.
What am I doing with my life?
I feel sorry for my kids because I'm not ambitious or motivated. I hope they get rich and love me with money.
The reason I', writing to you ladies and gentleman, is to for me to figure out what is going on on in the gyri of my brain. Why am I sad.
It's always melancholy.
Now insert latin phrase below to appear sophisticated.
Cogito, ergo sum.
Thank you and have a nice day.
