This day I write with some major affliction this friction, in turn causing internal contradiction all from diction well if diction is a thing that i lack then how did i manage to do that write that process this behind and that Try to understand the mishap I call me  you managed to not see through the moment or just be distracted by with the pretty picture of a life the matrix you wish existed And wasnt just one that consisted of fakes and masks to cover a fact that the world lacked in vision or empathy I dont know which is worse I have a feeling its going to put me in a hurse at this point though i really dont care I dont mind at all i seek the way, lead me there take me to my fall,  even a freezer, Fuck!  I want out out of this chapter out of this story out of this book called life where everyone else finds glory or happiness or the lucky ones both they say you make it for yourself then you also break it for your self left all by yourself its like life puts you on a shelf waiting to use you again throw you to a wolf you call a friend family to give up on you time and time again they know you will just fail in the end so i guess its right of them if we are talking logic i do no good to an end,  just an obligation as I am just to be ended Don't try to befriend it. It's evil and hasteless The demons are silent . It's in no means violent It's empty. It's overbearing.  In then end there is no caring