I want something, that I don’t want. I love something, that I don’t love. I hate something, that I don’t hate. I don’t know what is real, and I don’t want to anyway.
I cry over something I don’t even care about. I want to die over something I don’t even want.

I’m hurting over something, that doesn’t even hurt me.
Therefore, I’m sorry I get in a bad mood, all the time.