mono

Sometimes I feel like I live in the world with people who don't belong to my world, or perhaps I'm the one who doesn't belong to their world. They're cheaters. They're fake. They're pretentious. They're too talented. They're too smart. They're too lucky.

Can this get any worse? When someday, eventually, I decide to just stop my blood flowing in order to let the world, my own world, revives only around me?