pfffftttttt

Check.
Check my this. Check my that. Check my head. Check my mind. Check if both go along well with each other.
Then check for any physical uneasiness. If there is, reconcile.
Why check.
Why?
What is the point. There is none.
If I get the locus of all points that could be made, it still would be a moot point.
That doesn’t make any sense. Any sense at all.
I heard myself once telling me,Train your dragon!
Yeah like I have a dragon on me all the time who I comfortably shrink to the size of my pocket and carry him around to parade him in front of acquaintances new and old and friends and every one willing to spare some looking time at this fire breathing, chicken eating, kinda ugly, majestic creature who doesn’t exist.
I don’t have any ideas left in my head. There is but exhaustion.
I feel wilted and withered and worn out. Nothing seems important and worth doing anymore. Nothing at all. Nothing at all. Nothing at all. I say it again, and again. Nothing at all.
Pointless.
Pointless.
Pointless.
If you don’t like yourself, go and change. It’s that easy.
It’s that simple really. All this abusive self talk is shredding away my sense of being.
I need to make borders to breach that nonsense and not give it thought. Funny how you shouldn’t give much thought to your thoughts. Meditate. Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Exhale.
Exhale.
Exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale exhale.
This is one of the best monologues ever.