Am I alone here or what?
Is this the universal english I've heard about all the time, the always, the forevers?

The TV in a big room is on. A computer plays the loud videos about nothing. The people talk, they are polite. My head is fine, I'm alright. The wind blows so strong in on my window. The dogs bark all the time at much more nothing. The lovebird, that little, small parrot. He sings. So loud.

My head is fine, I'm allright. The lie.

The noise from every part of everything. Even in silence I hear disgusting murmur.

I don't hate life, don't hate the people, don't hate myself. I don't hate the situation I'm in, I've seen it before.

I do not have the answer.
It doesn't float to me on a plate with wings made of gold.
Like it used to happen before