but sometimes its not just a joke, I am. Lets just agree.
When the right song is playing...And everything seems so nice. Similar to the earth utterly stopped, and the sky, along with your mind, is so fucking content. But then you read something. Ah. This fucking corrupted internet obessed society. You read something on the screen. This screen. Dark, fucking screen. You read. And you smile, because you know you're ready to just take that knife and just. stab. stab. fucking stab away.

I was am a child.
I was am a vice.

My communications are not a fact. I wish she can just find me. The scene. Where I'm just laying on the floor on the side of the room with the long food tables. And that person just walks up and flips it around. everything. I think I'm repeating myself. In life and in text. I just wish. Wish. That I can go up to everyone I've ever met, and just tell them sorry. Sorry. For whatever I've done. Whatever I'm going to do. And Sorry. Mainly. For being alived. For fucking up their future life. Sorry.

That's why I made a mess.