My mouth is empty – I don´t see the words,
  only the meaning of them.
    This girl is staring at me, probably judging me good or bad,
  but I really couldn´t care less.
    My fantasy of the day is to drive a fork into my eyesockets and twist it around,
  just to see what happens.
    I am miserable, and I love it. I know there´s no justification,
  but who cares – as long as I feel good?