dzīvei nebija līdzi instrukcijas

why do i yearn to compare the two of us whilst you prance around scattering butterflies like free candy? i've clipped all mine, and they drop like dead ants at my feet. my fake smile winces as i walk over with cracking steps. not a soul turns to notice the sound, but i do. the tiny crunches are ear-splitting.

you seem to be doing perfectly well without any instructions.