Tell me what you don't like about yourself.

Alt*ered state of conscio^usness((!!)) Blu-bluh-blah-blah~~!!

I saw a worm dangling from an invisible string off a tree branch today. The wind was pushing and knocking it here and there, and the worm writhed helplessly. Its dilemma was impeccably tragic: it could not climb the string that was as thin as air, and it could not struggle its way down to its death on the cement. My heart cried and I wanted to help it, but the hammock I was lying on was the only form of comfort I’ve had all day. Soon I felt a harsher breeze and saw the worm fall off like a dying leaf.