Dear world.


I have changed abit.
I have learned to hate the world. Again.

I am lonesome.
I am not me.
Anymore.

I lost what I didn't have.

I am sorry. But I can't tell you why.

I do not want to be this way.
I want to be the old me.
The crazy different weird fucked me.
I want someone to help me.

Help me.

Love.
Natasha.

Suddenly the lights go off,

and you can't see anything anymore.

And they laugh at you,

as you find your way blindly.

You feel the wind blow.

But you are left behind.

Sorry Ahmad, if I was giving you a hard time.

I'm not having a good day.

Think PS2 and Polo Tee.

And Fish.

Sigh.