um i dont know but this is it: walking on my balloon

[banana538]

So I sit here boringly asking why am I walking on a balloon? And then it hits me I am not alive. I am neither dead. I am nothing. I just walk on the balloon all day long. With no one to watch, or hear me. No one to care, that I am walking on the balloon. No one to help me get up when I fall off the balloon. No one is around me. No one just to stare and look at me. I just walk on the balloon all day, all night, all week, all year, all of my life. Though I get sick of it, I never get off. I therefore think it is good for me to walk on the balloon so I will keep on walking, never getting off, just keep going along. I do not want someone to come and take me off, but yet I still want him or her to. I still want to go free of the balloon. Go free of the world. Go free of this immortal world. To just be free of everything. I just want to let go and fly away free of every piece of shit in this world. But yet I just want to walk on my balloon.

dont think im crazy i just like to make shit up. (shit as in stories)

wow have i got to get a hobby, i have way to much time on my hands.