cogito ergo you suck

[neon_dust]

I smell like smoke. It could be from firespinning, being at the hookah bar, or stuffing the jack-o-lantern with newspapers and lighting it up. Perhaps I will put up pictures of all of those at a later time. This is the fifth night in a row I'll have not gotten to sleep before 5. I really don't necessitate the staying up so late as much as my body needs rest. But honestly, I've been thinking about how much thought I need to give to some things. I've been thinking about how I think and what I think about. I feel like the direction of my thoughts is off, like I should be focusing differently, like I should be perceiving things in a different manner, like I have no direction and my thoughts are empty and I'm missing out on what's actually going on, like I'm missing out on life, like I am inconsequential, like I am not. I need to make some kind of analysis of myself. I'll end this here for now.

I think, therefore I exist. I don't know if I think, so I don't really know if I exist. It feels that way sometimes.
I want a functioning brain.