All I can do is write I cannot fix shelves or work in factories.
I am not that person anymore, so that is why I write and continue to write and hope people get something from what I write.
I like dogs
but they don't like me.
I go and pat them and they lunge to bite me
they must think to themselves when they see me with that scraggly beard
who is that that dog walking on two legs
and he can talk,
we can't talk anymore.
It is a bit the same with humans
none of them like me at all
I don't know why I always used to like people.
Strangely enough I worry less about the people not liking me
and more about the dogs not liking me