I get irritated by the laughter I hear from those in my diaspora.

Using"Around me" would make it seem like they are people in my space that I have accepted to be there, and that is certainly not true.

I hear it again, the sound of something people termed "happiness".
I feel like throwing up right now.

Why would people be happy?
What is there, what is good, what is sooo right in this habitable globe that people see the need to make noises like loud high pitched hiccups everytime?

Happiness is a facade. There is nothing to be happy about because happiness itself is non existent.

We are literally nothing but a puppet in the hand of fate, having illusional turned delusional concepts created for us to just slurp on.

The world confuses me. The people confuse me.
Being an unpredictable specie is enough.
© #milialate.4