When people pass me by. I don't really always know what to do. Often I walk about with a throbbing in my chest. Regret I think it's called. Reflection breeds regret. I always waste so much time in doing nothing at all. I guess I'm indecisive, too hesitant to act. Fuck. That felt good. Profanity is verbal release for the caged. Or maybe it's just me? I don't like your perceptions of me. Your logic offends me. I can see it in the way you see me when you look. I can see the judgement on your faces. I only mean well. Most of the time. I guess. Maybe. I have so much to do. Yet I am lying here. Writing. Nothing any of you would read. This is all just for me. So why do I bother. God please forgive me for not believing enough. After all the proof I've witnessed with my own two eyes. I am nothing but a farce. A cheap illusion. A hypocrite? I never was very content with truth. Cheap thrills. Expensive highs. Love makes the world go blind. I am tired now. Goodbye.