Am I the only one who believes that I am too important to die a random, unjustified death?
Like I will never die in a car accident or get slaughtered by a burglar?

Like, you are way too valuable, full of dreams that your death should have a prologue.
Like, your existence has a mind of it's own and needs strong logical  reasons to give up and cease.

Well, I do.
And, I feel stupid about it.

In case you are wondering, dear mind, no, I am not happy.

I am reaching out before it's too late..
I am becoming like everybody else.. And, I am liking it.
Help!

I like you because you acknowledge my existence exactly the way I hoped it would be acknowledged.
And, If you knew how I like you, The way I like you, you won't mind if the rest of the world hated you.

..بحب البنات اللى بتجرى زى الولاد
            .. البنات اللى بتحط تقويم
     ..البنات الحلوه بس مش عارفين

بحب البنات اللى انا بس بشوف جمالهم

I am bored and lonely all the time.
I am really good at ignoring that most of the time,

But, it gets really annoying, sometimes.