We run on different wavelengths

What if I see the end, but I don't feel it?

There's too much complications in this world;

too much wasted hours, wasted minutes, wasted days.

So I see things, and I don't like it. Then I want to say it out. But who do I say it to? Who can I tell? Will you not judge me?

I miss all the old times and I don't know what the fuck I am doing already. Utterly vulgar now. Something is wrong. My mood is bad. Why. This is not me. But I've lost myself. Painful but truthful. I hate myself now. Relient K's song applies smacking well now.

I feel like a doll for displacement.

& I don't like anonymous readers.