Disorder, chaos, mortality, stress, uselessness.
How long I can stand it?
Disorder, chaos in one's head, mortality, sickness, absolute unuselessness.
Foreveralone? Ha-ha-ha!
Just trying from the last parts of me, of patience, of strength.

There's no need to bury me alive, I'm already kind of living dead.

Everything is going to be allright! But sometimes it's hard to believe.