So I just got done running sprints and I feel way better.

So I'm running sprints now and feel way better. My depression is lifting in its own little way. I have been treating myself poorly with energy drinks and Black and Mild cigars.

I ruined my reputation doing this.

I made so many mistakes doing that. I wonder if the teller wondered or thought I was deteriorating right in front them.

The more I run the more the gas station food tastes gross. Especially the ninety nine cent teas. Boy can those give you a mild heachache.

The more I run the more I love the high of running and running sprints.

Are we all just chasing a high the whole fricking time on earth?

Who are we?

Who are we in this mighty jungle of ants, bugs, animals and people?

The thrill of Christianity, how does that feel?

Is it wonderful protection?

Who and what are we here on earth? 

What about all these other religions on earth?

So I run sprints and even the TV hurts to watch.

What is going on with that?

How do we figure out what to do with our lives.

So many questions go unanswered.

So much time passes by wondering who we are or what to do. Job after job and job after job we work for the almight dollar.

Who makes these companies?

Why do we need them?

Will go for now......