as queer as a clockwork orange

I miss home a lot. Sometimes I am just sick of watching time pass by so quickly. I cannot bear the thought of people changing. I am bitter for petty things. Extremely cruel and unnatural judgment runs through my head when things don’t go my way. I push away suffering and dwell on the comfortable. I hate myself for being so selfish. I despise my tired state. Light up. I need to be put on fire. Ablaze.