dsn II

 i hate when people make me feel bad. i also hate the idea of making other people feel bad.
i'd like to hide myself somewhere,in this odd world,somewhere in this crazy world,a world that has the strange capacity to be as beautiful,but as ugly as it can get.
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i've never thought i could possibly get into this stuff,or somehow,minutely explain myself  the reasons why i act this way,or any other way that i've ever chosen to,somehow,lift myself to the top of something that is not even important.
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everything is just so shallow. me,you,they,we...whatever.i'm prone to kill people right now.i just lagged behind everything that,once,used to be aloof from me.and now,i'm so hardly trying to fix all these things that,apparently,cannot be fixed (anymore)
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it's hard to realise and,i defintely think it is harder to accept. especially when you have a sick and unusual mind,as i have. it's hard to seek,find and seek again,because,as always,the resul doesn't satisfy you.of course,it never has.