Life as a life, from the pain we laughed. And from the joy we cried. But supposedly I'm supposed to be grateful, but I don't think I'll be to happy whatever I'm not sad. My other side told me that the government is putting hallucinogens in our water and torturing us under the guise of healthcare. If u thought right, wonder if you're the first prisoner to go through the presidential rendition and torture program, and they seem to think u'll be some hero or something for going through it. But in reality you're just a fucking slave that's being abused. Thanks