A misfit of all sorts. I don't believe in gods. Not anymore.

I long to refute everything into inexistence. I long to combust this world with my bare hands.
And return to home.

It used to be me, the emptiness and the tireless seek for self gratification.
When has it turned to such bitter loneliness and the irrational pursuit for perfection? I don't even remember myself.

I never wanted this. Never wanted to choose between two worlds.
Never should have stepped out of here.
Because now everything here seems upside down.

A misfit of all sorts. Scared and tired. I've never felt so far from home before.