A little time is all i'm asking for.

Maybe I'm sick of not knowing. I'm sick of knowing so much. Life as a whole is rather depressing right now. I'm not with the right people and it's taking a toll on me. I miss him.
Gone are the days of fancy and excitement. Now comes responsibility and the quest for knowledge, the erosion of blissful innocence. Time isn't moving forward, we are going backward. I'm moving forward, but backward into isolation. Life is so unfair.
They don't understand me. I hate them! I dread being with them at all. No choices left. Pushed into a dark corner I detest. I wonder how she is really. Whether she left with them or not. Maybe. Not. They're idiots. He's an idiot. Or am I just bitter? I think so.
Ahh, cigarettes. I need a vice. He's wrong! Chocolate isn't a vice. HE is the vice! Day in, day out, he's my source of crime. Lust? No. He's not beautiful. Admiration? I think him disgusting. Malice, more like it. Evil, pure, vengeful malice. Embodied in the dark corners of my heart. Yes, HE'S my vice. And her? What is she? My bliss. Lips against hers is my heaven. And she is the epitome of beauty. Purity. Twisted of me to corrupt that. But I am not noble, and i will never claim to be. Though, I am rather marvelous. My own thoughts scare me. Deep. Deep enough to cut. Yes, and no. Ambivalence is a key to long-run success. Oh God. Success. Impossible. To measure, anyway. I like to think myself successful. Are you reading this?

-The author of this short piece has chosen to remain anonymous-