Tired and Sad.

All I see is my anger, and I’m right. This shit is wrong and the life that pulls towards it is fleeting. What’s here with it’s lasting staying power? We have none. We are idiot visual events that we witness. It’s true and annoying how little we mean to each other. I want to fall and break my back, just to feel something in the relations of empathy from others. I’m tired and angry, and hopefully useful. I’m tired and I’m sad. This is where it ends.