The bitter, selfish world inside my head. The world that will always be a fantasy. The world of my greatest desires that I shouldn't deserve. Outside this world, is where i have a tight grip on reality, where compared to my world, is total oblivion. This oblivion is the reason for a new beginning. The reason for my thoughts to vanish and start over. The risk of losing everything I desire most. This world only leaves me in anger on the ones I truly love. The love that I became completely fond of. So completely, that it's the only thing that seems to go in the world inside my head. The frustration of everything leads me to think, "Was any of this worth getting this far?" This world of pandemonium is my world.