said the raven, "nevermore"

You know, I wish I could say, "I understand."

But in all verity, I do not know what the fuck is going on anywhere. Not in any of your minds. My own is a mystery to myself. I cannot comprehend any of this. Not why you are doing this or why it affects me or why I should be troubled to even ponder it at all. It is something that I should be through with. By all logic it is understandable, but to my mind is irrationally frustrating to consider, to digest, to even acknowledge the possibilities.

Now, why should this hurt me? Perhaps it has been all that has been cumulating for the past several weeks, and this week simply happened to be, well, the Shittiest. Too many things happened. Too many things are happening.

Too many things will happen.

I never know where you're going.
I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.