I think that's because I can't figure out how to break my life into paragraphs so not to effect my creativity and presentation.
This is why it's sad. I found happyness and was this close to Nirvanawhen all of the sudden I was falsely arrest and imprison in Chicago because the police department, not the officer complained about, falsified an affidavt that locked me up for 30 days on some warrant for someone else. It the end I was paid for those acts, and I'm still angry with the police. I don't know what it feels like to not have my rights violated and I have no idea on how to get back.
But, I am a very happy person and plan to stay there. There's only one event that is emminent and it's going to hurt. Until then, everything written or posted involves an act of happiness.