Articulation

Everything hurts now. And everyone is the way they should be, except for me. I should be driven, and motivated, and ready to start, but everything is as it should be, and I'm left out. I'm a creep, I'm insane, I'm optimistic, and rightly so. So much for my endearing sense of charm. I was so much happier when I played the game, and knew completely all that they so discretely talk about. Instead, I find myself alone, and unarmed. Is that really such a bad thing after all? To go through life carrying no weapon of indifference or intolerance? They shout, they scream, TAKE NOTICE! TAKE INTEREST! TAKE ME WITH YOU!... Don't they know, we're all just trying to live? We're just dying to live. We burn the roads, blind our hearts, and it's cold and I'm tired now.