Depressed

I feel discombobulated. Life is nothing but a mist of repugnant lies of hopes and dreams that may never ever come true. I wish I was free, from truth and lies, laws and rules, all made to control and contain. I don't want to be part of this scheme. It feels like an asylum. I want, to live as I dreamed, to dream as I lived. I don't want to feel trapped anymore. Maybe this day would come. Maybe it would, some day...

Sigh.