Me VS Gravity

I really can't wait to get out of this absurd uncertainty. Everybody seems to know what to do and what to expect. That's not for me. Everything is just messy here and there. Actually, I love it when everything is messy and unpredictable. But not like this. Not when I'm already a mess itself.

I really can't wait to get out of this cage. 

I hate gravity. It prevents me from flying.

I'd rather touch the sun and got burnt into ashes and die.

It's much better than this. 

I hate it. I hate them for making me what I am supposed to be right now. They're suck. They're so dumb so they let themself running in a play wheel, just like hamsters or albino mini mice in their cute cage. 

They kept running but they actually went nowhere. And they forced me to follow them. They tied me up with a golden chain just like an expensive baldy chihuahua with a diamond necklaces. 

They have some stupid-dupid socially-constucted phoney expectations. They think that it will save them. I think not. It's just make them even more stupid. Look at those people now. Poor them. They just can't admit that at the end of the day, we are all clueless no matter how many books we read and how much experience we have. Silly, aren't they?

Sincerity has always been a luxury.  Everybody is faking everything. Everybody is wearing their stupid mask. Everybody is just being a drama queen. That was not me. This, ladies and gentlemen, is me. 

Pardon my freedom. It's my only liberation. 

I'm tired of being so fake when I'm around them. It feels good to be sinical (again) though. 

It means that I'm being honest - it's the best novelty.

And this is my most sincere yet sinical honesty: I HATE GRAVITY. 

It ties me up to the ground while what I have ever wanted is flying. 

...and they call me crazy just because I'm being honest to myself? 

fcuk them. fcuk them all. They all live in a gigantic mental institution anyway... thank God I still live in a yellow submarine... I can play trick on gravity when I'm underwater...