Balloons fill up with air.
I fill up with chocolate and water.
I can’t pop.
Moderation is warranted when you have it all.
So if I can have it all, why not just have it all at once.
Once it’s gone I should be well off, till the next time.
Better yet, if I die before next time then none of it has gone to waste.
I don’t know how many years I have on this earth.
My plan is to live forever. And people call me delusional and maybe that’s why they die because they believe they can’t live longer.
I can die in the next second. I have to live my life now forever so I won’t ever reach that next second.