Random Mash of Words
The world is not kind. Not like I had once thought it was. Long ago I was naive enough to believe that there was no real sorrow now I am too old and jaded to seek solace. This world doesn't make sense. This life, this home, your god... nothing makes sense.
Dramatic? Yes... though not so dramatic that it muddles the truth in my words. I better act fast. Time is slipping away.