Condition. A Serious Condition

I believe sex is an inevitable part of human biology, without which there won’t be any reproduction. Teenage is hard and very difficult to cross by. I just don’t get it…people from everywhere in the globe graduate post graduate or even drop out of college. Although some buddies don’t even get the basic education to fulfill their desires and yet they still live .The fact I don’t get is that even if the students have a difficult time during college they cross the barriers and with fantastic marvel they cross. Yes I got stuck for a moment I typed  116 words up until now and I just lack creative writing even though a “promising” final year graduate, oh yeah right :P .Ah just can’t think much, speechless as some may say in a public speech or type-less as I’m currently typing right now. The inner I is prompting to say FUCK!!!

Restless, arrogant, stupid, foolish, numb thinking of all the words which best suits me and hah yes as you are thinking right now “what the fuck is he trying to say”? Listening to some random Mozart Beethoven Vivaldi shit I’m just not satisfied with myself. Is this a condition or is this a serious condition. Voices inside my head says “yeah, he should read this, she should read this or somebody from the third gender read this and yes please feedback by reading a useless worthless piece of paper with English grammar and pronunciations properly edited using Office Suite 2013 .Yes make up my mind finish what you were trying to express. What you have started should be brought to an end by you. May the unseen thrust upon me his BLESSINGS!!!

Can this be published? Are the contents valid? Will the DMCA pass me from copyrights, wait there’s nothing I have stolen. It’s just genuine. It’s just the simple me. It’s just too hard to explain. It’s just complicated. Emotions of anger, faith and depression portrayed in three paragraphs. Just trying to evaluate myself .Should correct myself there is no Google auto-correct. I have seen people like me they talk they express they write they type and they are all unique. They are my fellow human beings, all look the same with different soul. You may get a slight feel of comfort after expressing yourself to something. But in the end being with somebody close is comforting rather than being alone or the other way around by being lonely to oneself and comforting with the inner “I“ self. It’s just a damn big question whether “to be or not to be that is the question”. Thank you Shakespeare.