Mad, again.

I'm mad, and its a horrible madness because its mixed with sadness, uncertainty, and regret.


"I'm seeing red again."

Yet another day that I feel alone.

There is no simpler way to put it other than "I feel alone." Even though I do not like to say those words aloud, there is no denying the feeling.


"Misery loves company,.
Company loves more.
More loves everybody else.
But hell is others."