Maybe I think too much.

I think

and I think

and I think

and I forget to sleep

and I forget to care about

people

and

life.

and what do I think about?

how all humans are the villains Of the story.

We live in a world where we have no security in living. We have to look a certain way, act a certain way, behave a certain way, and then we're finally "perfect", but only not enough, because humans have endless want and needing for absolute perfection.

Because what are we, really?

We’re just animals, fuelled by hunger and greed, in a trap called society and “humanity”.

Anxiety

is

a

bitch

and

denial

is

its

companion.