People had accuse me in the past of being unstable but rightly failed so to realise that settling stable on the same level was never of my purpose; “lol,” and neither never was I, nor will I ever beat on your level.

Shalom to my Jewish parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents and so on so forth who survived persecution, slavery, and war which somewhere, sometime out of possible boredom two people have made it possible for this little me to happen. It’s just that I am practicing what I am going to say when the world is going to ask about my invisible family relevant history. Great. Thanks.

The girl says; “I’m sorry,” you missed the point here, you don’t get it; I want a proper motherfucking apology where you climb up to the top of the whole world and make yourself crazy as fuck while you shout at the top of your lungs how much you are fucking sorry for everything you are being sorry for. And don’t you forget to bring yourself a bullet pointed list because you know how much bullet points make everything look important. Then, you can climb back down that tree and if you’re still breathing kiss my righteous holy feet-after of which, you wait for an approval to dismiss and a response back by snail mail.