Feel free to ignore this. It's not a big deal. Serious.
In fact, it might be better! I'd rather not risk stressing you out! I just want to... I dunno... Let it out? Yeah. That might be it.
Do not concern yourselves with my petty emotions.







Can you hear me now?



I want to scream.
I want to hate.
I'm not going to cry, though.
Because what good does that do?
I want to know WHY, and I'm the only one who can do that. Whining at people won't help me.
And I don't get it.
I get... Some sort of strange kick out of hating things. Maybe I'm just one of those people? I don't rightly understand it myself, but... I figure I should get this out.


When I'm happy, or satisfied with life, I feel... Lost. And my will to exist under any circumstance disappears. I just kinda. Wanna fade into the oblivion and have never existed. But when I'm angry... It's like some spark that fuels me has be re-lit, and I want to exist again, and not just that! I want to DO something with my life. I want to make meaning of the meaningless. But I also want to spit in the face of what I hate, as many do, I'm guessing. It's so bittersweet. I love it, and long for those things to be gone, all of them!

How can you stand there and deny it?
After all that we've been through...
How can you stand there and deny it?
Making a fool out of you...

Wish I could fake it like you do

Imagine that.


Right now is one those moments, of course, or I wouldn't be here. Just... Certain people, certain things, you know?

Plenty of time to make a perfect world
I will. I'm going to make a perfect world one day.
A world just for me. Where nobody will ever hurt! Where there's nothing to worry about!
And when I make my perfect world, I'm going to lock the door and throw away the key. Nobody will be able to bother me, ever.
And when the world outside is burning and everyone else is crying, I'll be safe and sound.
And they'll ask me, they'll say, "Please, let us in! We're sorry! Won't you forgive us?"
And I'll say...






No.

-- Kiwi