I’m in a really lousy mood today. I don’t feel like observing anyone or speaking to any object, even Clarence.
I feel as if I’m trapped in this place, with nowhere to go, no voice to be heard, fighting a losing battle. Day in and day out, I think about my freedom. But what exactly did I perceive as freedom? Where would I go outside of my confinement space? What were my options? How would I survive? Where would I end up; a lake, the big blue sea or down in some drain, flailing helplessly among the rubbishy sewage? I knew nothing about where I wanted to be, but I knew that right now I wasn’t free. I live in captivity. At the mercy of every other human and object around me. I’m a fighter? More so pathetic.
I’m angry today. I’m so angry for being brought into this world just a tiny helpless aimless blue fish. My life has no meaning.
Screw everyone. Screw everything.
For today, I rage.
