One thing I hate about everything,
Is
That
Everything
Is
Confusing,
Complex,
And
The
Worst,
Unexplicable.
It's frustrating.
Burdening me everyday.
An annoying hindrance.
Making me question and question and question a lot of times about a lot of stuff in this stupid world.
I'm so utterly confused, especially at times when I wanted self-inflicted pain but in the meantime fearing it.
It leaves my mind perplexed.
Making me wonder if all puzzles can be solved.
Yet again, I wonder, I think.
My thoughts contradicting themselves.
So maybe inferences are its end.
The rubber band is stretchy.
I like fidgeting with it.
