I don’t know what to think at this moment. I am pissed off. I am sad. I want to shout. I want to curse. I want to say bad things in this crazy world. I feel like the appropriate answer to reality is to go insane, and I have been wanting to be insane even just for a while.
I hate this feeling.
I don’t like what I am seeing.
I can’t stop thinking of what is coming, believing it would be best from this insanity.
To be worthy of this pain.