Zimplicity;

 I ought to be content with my life right now; I'm healthy. But I'm not. I feel very lost in my life.

I don't know who to confide in anymore. Everyone seems so busy and occupied with their lives.

Nobody really cares,huh?

Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.