Thinking of the choices I have made, I feel that this is the most important time of my life, but no I realize it is not, being a melancholy I feel death is getting closer each day, and being a narcissist, I feel no obligation to fight it, and when I come into contact with the smallest of stimuli, I get vivid flashbacks, as if I relive those moments, but most of the moments cause me regret... causing the grave to be dug deeper, I don't know what I want, I want to be alone, but I want to be noticed. I am obsessed with a girl yet feel no love for her. Im unable to fathom how stressed and depressed I am, so I doodle, my art teacher notices and takes them away for display, causing my essence to be shared. I do not want that.
I dont want to be noticed, I want to be the bystander. but my silent screams invite question. and now I must say this last thing....

I'm only fucking with you :3