Clase Drene

it is useless to be sad or happy or feeling anything, so what. I can feel sad if I want to right? I have no more happy thoughts at all.. they have left, gone, abused in mused madness. I find no fun in anything. It is all drab dribble waiting to get wiped off a new level of madness. Time eats my mind. Freaking out is a leisure way to find nothing is new. and nothing is neither new nor old ever. or what ever.