I expected this. I knew almost instantaneously that this is the time. Everyone seems to be very much distressed, depressed and feeling just so beyond explanation. Everyday I drag myself out of bed, crawl to the bathroom and reluctantly leave home for school only to find myself greeted by similar people, wearing identical haggard faces, as though trying to portray their monotonous and robotic lives.

Perhaps it is just me. Perhaps I am the only one who is unable to tolerate the shitzums in my very own life already. The pressure is weighing down hard and suffocating me and I can no longer stomach the burden of having to endure my programmed life. Read, programmed. How sickening. I stand alone everyday, witnessing myself grow weaker, losing to the bullshit and gradually succumbing to them.

I've been thinking a lot lately.




Farewell, people.