This godforsaken life
Do you think reality's beautiful? It's not, it's distressing and it's like this for me as it is for everyone, they're just not facing reality, for reality's scary.
Somebody wants to destroy your success, you get confronted with a warning for whatever's good, it's like that with me, successful people, moral people, religious people are scary.
For it has one solution, to be æsthetic as I am listening to Mozart, despising men and avenging myself upon them.
If my housemate didn't have psychopathic tendencies my identity wouldn't have been so painfully difficult in the first place!
The reality is I feel the need to get out of the house to keep away from my housemate, as my housemate does likewise to keep away from me.
But what use is ever getting out?, for me it's lights out and me going to sleep!