My inner feelings...

Yes I know it is a little late for this post but well when you have a life like mine there are things you wouldn't care about...

I hate it. I hate coming back home. It is like coming back to a room full of toturous sounds. Internet sermons, worship songs and the like... It is irritating me. Big big time. It is irritating me. Big big BIIIIG time. Gosh I feel like screaming. I hate this. I want to know "why". But I know if I search for "why" I will lose the "how". And the "how" is more important.

I cannot stop. I cannot stop. I want to escape. I want to escape. Bring me out of this torture chamber. There are people who cares about where they go when they die and care a shit about children who die in Africa. There are people who advocate organic farming and not care whether the food production figures will be hurt when it is even not enough. CRAP THE SONG IS GETTING LOUDER I HATE THIS.

FUCK WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO ORDER ME ABOUT!!! Confound your religious shit go to your own hell I hate you when you getting all so high and mighty. A pack of stupid stupid stupid lies...

I like you but I cannot say it. I cannot proclaim it. A clandestine love... Why why why? How how how? I'm tortured I'm tortured I'm on the brink of insanity. I see you walk past in my dreams and I run... But CONFOUND MY LEGS THEIR WEIGHT ARE LIKE GOLD!!! Every step is painful, painful, painful.

I'm sitting here looking at the screen furiously typing on the keyboard. I hope my mother thinks I'm playing typing maniac. It's good I can type fast. I can't hate myself. There are those worse than me...