Sometimes You Feel.

You know, this person is so bitter that... The moment you're laughing and you're happy on your own, it's like a poem to them. So, they find every means to make you sad, to make you unhappy. Just find a way to, you know, to destroy that little moment of joy that you're experiencing.

Why? Because they don't have the chance to be happy on their own. And you know what? For people that deny themselves of living the life they want to live, or maybe patience do not allow them to live the life they live, they are so fucking... Pardon my word. They are very, very unhealthy.

So bitter that if you're not careful around them, they stain you. It's their color and, you know, their horror. And this is what this poem is talking about.

The unlived life. It is not their fault. It is all because they do not have the opportunity to pursue the life they want for themselves due to circumstances.

So, because of this, they want everyone around them to just be like them. I like the poem. I like the poem.

Thank you, Anthony. Pleasure. Thank you.

Thank you. Let me make a quick comment on it. I was reading a post, I think yesterday, by Enyina.

Enyina? I think that's the name. I don't know. Maybe that's his name.

He's one masculine... Eh. He's not that popular masculine account that you may know. I vibe with the guy because he moves along my line of frame of masculinity, too.

He was saying that people are not robots. Like, you cannot just make people fit into a certain bottle and make them behave like that. Sometimes you feel.