I feel extremely depressed that I wish the monster in my dream would swallow my heart whole rather than feeling the sharp edges of life’s very unfortunate circumstances slice it dreadfully and slowly into ashes.

I feel utterly alone that I’d rather live in an odd alien’s planet where I can truly be alone than see the people I love look at me as if I am just some stranger from across the street.

I feel so sad that I wouldn’t care if today’s judgment day and everybody would die together with the most abused four-letter word which I happen to hate the most because I am wondering why the hell it even existed if the world restricts me the chance to feel it even for once in my lifetime.

And finally, you are the only one who can make me feel this bad.