Its a bit pathetic how everyone reacts to the crows, spineless cowards really. We all have them. Some more than others obviously. Who cares if you have a couple more than the next person following you. They don't come in hordes unless you are close to dying. Yet people tend to congregate only with people of a similar count to them.

How pitiful to live such a bigoted life simply due to impending death. We are all dying slowly anyways. Might as well make the most of the time we have. The real sadness is how alone those are with many crows. As if people think they will immediately join their murder and speed them to a short death. Idoits.

Fortunately most of those idiots avoid me like the plague. A dark cloud hovers over my head at all times for as long as I can remember. Death appears to be stalking me but enjoys his games. I enjoy games.