safe never felt so terrible

When I say that I think it is safe to say that my life is gay, I am only facing the truth, ok? Almost as if I am setting myself on fire, the days are growing longer and faster do I tire. I can't withstand all these repetative events, like weather does not on a certain teflon tent. and yet I am still alive, but for what purpose do I strive? and where do my thoughts derive? and ...