i don't know what's wrong with me.
I get upset at the smallest things.
And i'm not even sure about things myself.
A whirlwind of clutter.
I'm falling apart, barely breathing.
I would like to open my mouth; would you?
Where do I go from here?
Decisions, decisions.
The human make-up is a mysterious thing.
Conundrums and the like.
Sometimes, you have to deal with what you've got.
Deal with those stupid institutions and organizations
With fancy badges and networked people
Who are all too caught up in the web.
Screw it.