People are a problem.
They’re generally stupid and smell bad and won’t let you see them naked. Though some do and even say they love you but later change their mind and tear your heart from your body and throw it against the wall and then move out and take the good coffee maker.
I’ll never fall in love again.
Oh, I know: This too shall pass.
The sun has to go all the way down to come back up.
Shit grows flowers.
Maybe I should get out and meet some new people.
But people are a problem.