Alone and lost, and unsure where to go, I wonder why I am even here. Am I here to live the life I've set for me, or because I've been told to. Is this party a metaphor, for eternity?
And yet leave I don't. Why suffer this existential humiliation? I should go home.
How do somehow end up on my own, every time? Is it me, or has the whole world gone mad.
Why must I suffer those existentially suffering, and why must I suffer, the maddening?
I can go back. Home. It will always hr there. And yet.
I'm uprooted. Emotional tendrils that dig Deep, never made it past.
But not me. I am not the black sheep. I am the one that worked. I refuse my existential ditch.
I am an idiot. A person with poor forethought. Dear Gods! An eternity of poor judgments remain.
Like, who the hell are you even, man.
Just get me out of the party I don't want to be in, someone! I didn't like it the way I should have like it.
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