Lost count the jobless months, you appear occasionally, the next time i see a dressed up human, then disappearance could last days, your stuff sprawl everywhere, half-eaten food lie around, you return and give orders like a dictator, you lament you sound the trumpet and you declare war when you encounter disagreement, you feel the world is against you, but you never look into yourself for answers, you expect things to fall onto your feet, but you never moved and earn your own, all there is in your dictionary CHILL OUTTTT.

What kind of world do you live in?