The book's called "i don't care" by yours truly

Here's a little taste of the first page of a quote in my book - sorry for being a tease and quoting a quote, I just don't want anyone to steal my "book ideas" (not directed towards blogger friends, I trusss you guys):

"The Paradox of Our Age"

We have bigger houses but smaller families;

more conveniences, but less time;

we have more degrees, but less sense;

more knowledge, but less judgement;

more experts, but more problems;

more medicines, but less healthiness;

we've been all the way to the moon and back

but we have trouble crossing the street to meet

the new neighbor.

We built more computers to hold more 

information to produce more copies than ever,

but have less communication;

We have become long on quantity,

but short on quality.

These are times of fast foods

but slow digestion;

Tall man but short character;

Steep profits but shallow relationships.

It's a time when there is much in the window,

but nothing in the room.

-his holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

Also, since you're on your knees...i'll give away the first paragraph.

(ROUGH DRAFT - prone to extreme changes)

"I Don't Care" by Navi

(dedicated with love, to nobody)

Game Over. 

As I sit here eating lemons, I think to myself maybe I should have let death take its course at 13 after all. Not only have I overcome a hyper thyroid after 5 years of swallowing iodine, but without contacts I would be...to put this delicately, fucked.  That's right, just about as significant as this droplet of lemon juice missing the god damned cup. Jaaaaack fucking shit. Some days I can't help but wonder if we're far too advanced; maybe we need to back off and let death take us as it comes. Maybe it doesn't get better.  Maybe I'm just a waste of space, an unborn child's death, one more banana extinct. Had I been in this position long ago, I'd've* most likely been annihilated according to Charles Darwin. Considering my blindness, I would be the one nomad to spot a yellow pillow of considerable size - before they were ever invented, mind you - and think to lie down on it.  Only to have the yellow pillow pounce onto my frail body with immutable yearning to deracinate me on the spot. I can see myself now, convulsing helplessly as the Saber tooth mauls apart my face.

Am I only alive to live through the pain of knowing I shouldn't be?

(end of paragraph 1)

*= word stolen from Pullega.

Always, 

-Navi