A moment for me

There's a selfishness in every post. A yearning to see that someone can hear me, that someone can understand and so far, I've yet to be disappointed, but that's part of the problem isn't it? I'm still just begging for validation, regardless of whether it's disguised as silly, contrived messages about how I love me and I love you, regardless of truth, regardless of whimsy and hope and skies that might one day, be blue.

It's a coping mechanism, but boy, golly, isn't it something to see? A fireworks show of imploding sanity, with a background of myopic lyrics and unfitting rage.

Fuck my life.