Bitterness/sick-in-bed-thoughts
I still find myself writhing in the occasional bitter feelings about humanity. I try. I really fucking try to be patient with it. But some days I just want to scream at the top of my lungs, throw my hands in the air, and flee to the wilderness for good.
Einstein was right. Human stupidity is more infinite than the universe itself. Escaping its gravitational pull is a strain that's leaving me sick with the same bug I caught a couple weeks ago...