The World Is Bad

What I mean also is that everything is subjective. Through a certain lens, the world is bad. There is beauty in the world. It exists together. Shall I make a list of opposite adjectives? You can find them in a book. Are you filled with sadness, mostly? Or joy? What is your lens like? I am saying to B* that I miss the young us in a bar. I don't wish to be young I am saying. I am not pining for youth. I just miss it. It wasn't pure or perfect. There was just a certain quality. My now-lens gives me a different view. Someone was asking me, wouldn't you want to die in your sleep? I said no. Everyone has an idea of a good way to die. It's not the same for all of us. 

The world is bad. It has always been. The places to write are plenty and also do not exist. This is my place to write dumb things. There are many places to write dumb things, read dumb things, view dumb things. We open our eyes and take it in, the bad medicine. We feel bad. We cannot sleep. We? I mean me. Possibly you. Will you confirm? I am tired of reading the dumb things. Scroll, scroll. I want to write more drivel. I don't want to be pretty or make money. I don't have anything to sell. I have everything I need. I want you to have everything you need.