Life is filled with remorse and disdain.
Would it matter if I went by a different name?
The parasites that infested my already dull life make it impossible to stay sane.
I guess I’m doomed because no matter what I do everything gets worse by the day.
So as I come to find I’ll never get off this page, I’ll wonder why there was never another way.
This life is a petty charade.
And I can’t believe life can be like this, I should have never had the wits to call you people “the masquerade”.