Why do I feel like my life is building up to nothing? Every day I drudge by as if the hands on the clock move slower and slower with each passing minute I begin to question…
Why?
Why?
Why must I find it necessary
to question every moment’s authenticity
while the people around me carry on ignorant
of my fragmented sanity
that is slowly
splintering beneath me?

It’s is fanfuckingtastic