Should I care about the bugs in my head?
Should I make sense?

I've always been the weirdo.
The one everyone pretends to be friends with. The one no one wants to have around. The one no one calls in happy moments. I've always felt apart. I've never really been part of something or any group. I'm always so distant from what reality is. I don't feel I belong anywhere.

It feels like I'm lost in time.
I'm always late. Late for school, late for work, late for life...

I don't feel like I belong to this generation .I also don't feel like I belong to the past generation. Actually it's more like I'm from another era. From another world. it makes me so tired of always trying to fit in this reality. Makes me wonder my mission here.

What am I doing?
What am I supposed to do?

I don't have much friends.
Everybody feels so away...
And makes sense that I'm not in their groups - I'm not even part of this age.
So I walk alone. I wander.

Miles and miles of a solitary road.
I always end up alone. Never really find those who feel as alone as me.

Everything I feel makes me wonder about reincarnation. How long did I wait to be born again in this world? That's a question I may never find the answer... at least not on earth.