'what are you looking at?'

sometimes i think that everything in the world is hardcoded. that there is no such thing as a variable, the people are only able to behave in one manner. knowledge therefore does not change behavior. you. me. nothing is going to change.

why am i thinking this? what brought this on?

getting verbally abused for the clothes i wear. like elementary school all over again, eh?

sometimes i wished i smoked. that away i could say things like 'smoke circles and drifts around me like vultures' and i could be true even though as i write this i am in a sterile office environment of a 'conservative' institution.

where are you? and why are you not answering me?