As time passes with unexplainable ease, the overwhelming disappointment is increasingly, and gradually becoming intoxicating. That's all that could run through my mind nowadays, perhaps, it's because there's so much spare time that I could ****. When there's really nothing to do, your thoughts could get really far out, so far to the point that you can't follow them to the end, and all the effort, for a frustration. After all the countless times I've tried, it resulted in ignorant judging.
Uncontrollable emotions, unmerciful self-loathe,
It confines me deep within my bittersweet aisles, tainted with my withering conceptions, appraising to what had happened to my egoist nature.