You just don't get it, you don't get it at all. I love to be alone. It's ok, I am ok with myself. I judge me, but i understand my judgments, I know what about myself I enjoy and what I don't. Let me be. Allow me to explore my reality. My life has been dry and bland, myself has been missing, now that I have relocated myself in between lyrics, buried in music, in the bindings of books and stuck to the glue, that reminds me of who I am. I am satisfied with who I AM. Not the shell you have created forced over me like a fondant, to suit your needs, to improve your ego. I nearly suffocated, until, much like Plato's cave I realized I had been hypnotized by the images you showed me, strapped to the chair. I have poked holes, I want to be free...
