"My son so dumb."

 

Fairly certain you are somewhat dumb as well King Charles...

Why not find a mid-way somewhere,

instead completely barricading me from my own reality.

 

I actually live with the fear that, this reality that is being shown to me,

by the algorithm... Is but my irrationality.

 

And I am constantly misled. To ultimately, what end, I don't know.

 

Why the complete barrication?

 

If you were to send a person, and let me be insinuated of the prospects,

I wouldn't struggle so much with my mind doubting what I see.

 

 

That's the hardest of it.

Having faith in all this.

That I am not getting screwed over.

 

This is like a hardcore religion,

where the priest/monk is praying 24/7 to the invisible prospects.

 

You've all become gods over my life.

 

ROFL.

 

That really shouldn't be.

We are communicative beings that should be in interaction with each other in open grounds.