It's almost midnight and I'm being the faithful insomniac. I hate the fact that I can't sleep well at night.

I tend to reflect on my rather pathetic existence during times like these.

Yes, I am complicated but has anyone taken the time to understand me?

Yes, I am feeling down.

Why does he still doubt my sincerity?

Why is she keeping her distance?

Why do they ask for so much?

Why can't I be a better person?

Goddamnit. I'm only human.

When I was a teenager, I always thought my life was tough. Right now, life seems a lot worse.