I know existence is disproportionate. Life is a charlatan. Everything is just so lopsided. Damn, I regret about a lot of things in my life. I regret of being so obtuse! For I always misconstrue three of the four corners in my heart, and five of the six corners in my brain.
People as well misinterpret every single move I do. For they are oblivious and negligent on asking me those why and how questions. They don't even bother asking me simple stuffs; some of them even ask me on its point's origin without even asking the diminutive details. They always screech on me on things fallacious! Damn existence, why can't I live the same life as the other young? So iniquitous!
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