I think I have became a new person. I'm not very sure the person that I have the become is a good thing or not. My patience have been so thin, my thoughts have been so satanic, and my attitude is definitely unreal. It's like I have fallen from a un parallel universe as if I was born again created a fresh new and completely non solid entity. It's like my soul has been melted down and molded into a shape of hate overnight. It's like the stars and the moon have been fighting in my path and no one wins it's like a barrier being forced to do its job. I don't know why my puzzle has been so complex so dismantled so unorganized not on the smooth spectrum. I'm speaking from a place of pain, hurt, distress, loneliness, sadness, and yet no one knows no one's aware of the pain I suffer no one knows what I go through when I'm alone no one is aware. I smile and I laugh and I put on a facade they think I'm fine they think I'm awesome they think my life is on course when in reality is falling down to the ground without a seat belt without a harness without a hand to even help. Will this be my final chapter? Or will the strange enigma continue?
