A lost sheep.

I seek comfort in my bed more than anywhere else in the world

Humans speak the truth when they are angry.
I see

Relationships are so fragile,
Once broken, it takes months, years and even generations to repair.
Same goes for the words out of one's mouth.
The ugly words just linger in your mind
Pollutes your head for many months and years

Sad, so sad. This month has been bad.
Every single fucking thing.

Well, I still take pride in them and trust things will be better.