i am not part of the hopeful lot who thinks the world is a happy place. i am darker than you think, crazier than you could ever imagine. this state was not brought by circumstances, but imposed upon by me. i could die tomorrow and it would still be rainy outside.
maybe i have been in love. or maybe not. difficult to determine due to lack of concrete evidence.
i am quieter than a cockroach who lurks to bite you in your sleep, even more verbose than a caged parrot, trained to sputter nonsense.
i am difficult. that one thing is of certainty.