W.H.Y?

why is it that i'm getting it all in a blow again.
apparently i'm the only alien living in this world.
i'm starting to have negative thoughts about life again.
how emotional.
i can't really control myself sometimes, really.
i need a breather.
just leave me alone.
i hate talking.
i just want to do my own things.
leave me.
just let me be.
i want to be on my own.

and for the first time, i'm actually taking work as my hideout.

till next time>>