Neurosis...

Everyone wants heaven but no one wants to die... we seek and we find and sometimes we don't like the taste... but we've made our plate and we must live with it. "It's not me its my neurosis..." Good give a fuck! Life is difficult and it is that way in part because we make it that way. What have I done to offend? Does it even matter? No not one bit because we won't improve ourselves. We will just shape our sorrows into a crutch an take it to the next encounter.