too much to think, too much to do, unable to even think about physical stuff I can't physically do by myself anyway.. too many distractions.. too many unhappy ppl, mainly me.

wishin it would rain straight down from the darkest clouds and let me sleep forever... why do I wake?

why do I say things, why do I try? I am not human. I must stop pretending. I came from the stars a long time ago. I just want to go home. This suffering is not what I signed up for. I've experienced it more than enough. Let me go. Help me go.

<font color=green>...I can misspeak like the best of us</font color=green>