Assuming you subscribe to a physical reality.
Mostly facetious, rarely eloquent, probably tipsy.
I’m not sure if I’m actually an introvert or if I just tell people I’m an introvert because I hate people and I want them to leave me the fuck alone.
I wish that my problem was with someone else.
I wish that I had someone to hate, to blame.
But my problem is with myself,
And I can’t escape my own mind.