The world is making me feel so unwanted and a misfit. Not that i was eager enough to fit into the ugliness of this world but there seems to be no corner as well.

I sit and type broken in my mind, body and spirit and with bandaged limbs and bandaged thoughts.
I feel like i am choking.

I dont want to write anymore. I dont want to see myself in this state. The more i look at myself, the more my spirit sinks.

My mind and spirit is now torn beyond any words.
Dont come back here if anyone does that.
Dont expect anything from me anymore.
Consider me dead.
The ugliness killed me.

Regrets? A lot of them superficially speaking but then they are all perceptions.
One regret i feel right now is that i cant pick up my phone and call somone/anyone. There is absoultely none in my world.

Wish i could have been more tainted in order to be able to fit into this ugly world's scheme of things.

No goodbyes and no hugs. Just the naked wind and silence and the ugliness to follow.