I want to explode.

Noise scatter my thoughts as wind scatters leaves.

Nothing is tangible: Everything disgusts me, everything pains me.

Every noise I hear once lasts forever, constantly turning on itself, writhing, flailing, but never disappearing. Noises battling one another for prominence. How can one concentrate on anything in this cacophony?

I cannot live where people are. Where people are, I cannot think of anything except how much they disgust me. Chattering about nothing, coughing and sneezing and farting and muttering. Yelling like idiots. Joking about things of no importance.

I have to find somewhere to live away from this mess. Away from the impossible ignorance.

I change my answer. I don’t want to die by drowning. I want to be set on fire so I can watch myself burn.