So I sit on my bed and think how I fit into the world; then I realise I don't, or just remember the fact again.

I want others to be pieces that fit into me, or me to them, but I realise and remember that not how things work

I sit with my screen typing away I feel like it becomes a part of myself, a tool for inflection, all day everyday. Yep I am starting to go mad.

I hate this spinning all on my own but I know that is the one rule I can't bend to what I want. Something I think fate wants me to learn that I have to enjoy.

I don’t want to, I don't like the hard aspects of life, I just want to be a kid, and let people handle my energy raw.

I have to try stop talking to myself or maybe not, it's still fun. Though I know someone is going to eventually catch me doing it. What will they think, if I already believe I am mad?