No, I don't want this.

Fuck this emotional crap, fuck this wandering. I want doubts, but I don't like this anguish. I like questions, but I don't want this uncertainty. I'm goin' insane, and I'm not sayin' just for sayin', I'm feelin' it inside my head, inside my fuckin' brain. Something's not workin', something's damaged. Is it me? Am I the one that is this fuckin' broken? 

I think I am.

Breaking.

Slowly.

I'm tryin' to breathe but the air's not comin'.

God, I think I'm about to explode.

Help me, help me.

I'm runnin' for my life.

Don't you come after me,

you won't catch me.

I don't want anyone close to me,

I don't need anyone close to me.

Solitude is bliss.