DarkRedTears

I hats when I get this way. I know in a matter of hours these thoughts will be alien and obscured to me. But right now they hurt. I do not know where this, well all I can describe it as is loathing topped with pure ennui. I do not know where it comes from, why it strikes me so forcefully, so completely. "Its all a lie, your whole life is a lie." It tells me, that thought comes into my head over and over again.
It makes no sense, in all actuality, my life is not a lie, at most I ...