Talk about real to the extreme. The economy is just fine though. Scared to death. Talking all day long. I am incredibly tired. That feels like when I was in school. Everything is great in the world but God laughs at me. Ha ha ha. Neat. Games are good but starving artists is more like me. Its hard to breathe. My mom is real but I am not. My bird looks cute which that calms me down sometimes looking at his absolute cuteness. I can't go into some thoughts now but my brain is blank sad to say. I am crying at home. Not in public because people will point and laugh. Did you know that my head is empty? Tears run down my itchy face. My hair itches as well. Itchy crawly hair. People like hair as they are obstacles. Sorry I bring down the world around me, I am completely hopeless right now. The weather is bad out here in middle of nowhere years its 1812 but in city years its 2012. Our area is behind the cities 200 years. I mean there are cows roaming the streets and horses used as transportation. Thought broadcasting sucks. I had to take an anti anxiety pill today. I am tired but lately I want to just stay in bed for 24 hours a day. Surgery describes my mom because she is real to the extreme and I am not here. So that is all from me whoever I am.