it really takes me out of my nerve, how everything is a joke. seriously, sometimes I look around and I just laugh insanely, like a lunatic. it's not that I'm easily amused or that I'm not a fucking lunatic (most of the times I am). but this, this I don't know. maybe I tend to be more serious about things than people are naturally expected to. darwin and shit, someday I'll may adapt in order to survive. oh wait, I'm still alive, what does that even mean?