Aaargh!

Just how do I sit and be in sync with this world? She's nasty and ill mannered, and being of it I follow filled with rage and constant fear. She giggles as I tear at the seams, and pours when I'm drowning alone at sea. Hah! Mother earth? What a joke!!

It was as though they put a gun into my mouth, cocked it and asked me to dance over a dead lover's body. And I am seething by the day, if I shouldn't kill myself soon, it'd probably be everyone else.