Cliff located... *beep boop*....Calculating optimum trajectory....

Sambot: "I wish I was better at being human, my emotional programming is all out of whack."

Mad Scientist: "Do not fear my little android, we can fix that up...Shit."

Sambot: "What is it?"

Mad Scientist: "It seems I neglected to program you with thoughtfulness and initiative. Oh my, well this explains a lot."

Sambot: "I don't understand, is that a bad thing?"

Mad Scientist: "Yes, a very bad thing."

Sambot: "Oh dear, well at least I can blame you for that."

Mad Scientist: "Unfortunately sambot, you only have yourself to blame. I am merely a figment of your imagination...nation...nation..."

Sambot: "......"

The second can't come soon enough

I need a schedule, I need guidance, I need order, I need to get away from myself.

Turning about, in a circular fashion, will get you dizzy

I get it in my head, that slowly they'll realize, just how how much better they can do. I cut them off before they can tell me these things that I know, because that's a hurt I can't handle. And then I realize that maybe I was wrong and then I get that feeling like ice cubes in my stomach. After this I'll smile again, though something always happens to start the cycle all over again; It's this they'll eventually tire of.

Dammit, I'm going to hell I know it.

Dear homeless man with no legs in a wheel chair who had to push himself up a hill all by himself: I'm sorry I didn't help you. It's just that once someone told me that people with handicaps and disabilities don't want to be pitied, they just want to be treated like everyone else, so I completely ignored you. Well, next time I'll help you, and you can bitch me out if it really turns out you'd rather push yourself up that impossibly steep hill all on your own. I imagine it's really good for your arms.

Oh God....

Got back from Canada last night, watched shutter island, and then laid there for a few minutes in a quaking fear that my entire life and everything I thought to be true, was all a hallucination. I went to sit by my mother while she took her bath, which was weird, but I kept wondering if she kept all the crazy things I didn't know that I do, a secret from me; That the doctor I didn't know existed told her to for my own good or something. I wondered if she was struggling everyday knowing her daughter was a lunatic and it took every ounce of composure she had to keep from breaking out into tears every now and then because of my condition. I had to watch videos of kittens to fall asleep. Now it's today and it's all over, but I'll NEVER be watching that movie again. Holy shit, fucked me up for rEaLsIes..... Anyone who hasn't seen it want to borrow?

Shh...

I want to sit here alone in this hotel room and stare down at the streets forever; perfectly silent, perfectly content, and nothing on my mind but inspiration. I'll sip on a juice box that never goes empty and let my pen move itself across the pages in my journal, until I've written something so amazing that I can finally come out, back into the world ,because I've finally done something that I'm proud of. I'll ride the elevator down thirty floors, walk across the lobby and to the service desk; and then I'll see the bill for the room, and I'll die.