Blood-thirsty Wolves

These past few days have been, for some reason or another, quite tiring. I think a lot of it has to do with timing. Honestly, the fact that certain things happened at a certain time affected me more than if they had happened all separated. Am I sounding crazy? Because I kind of feel crazy. But of course I only feel crazy because it's my own problem, making it much harder for me to see it in a clear way, which leads me actually going crazy not because of the problem but because I think I'm losing it. You follow? Anyway, I'm really tired. Emotionally drained. People are just really annoying when I want them to be, when circumstances require my weak emotion security to have some sort of complaint that I can talk about because I can't just leave well enough alone. I know this is all really vague, and writing this isn't really helping me achieve any sort of relief and I'm not even sure why I'm writing it in the first place. Again, it's probably because I want something to complain about, something to make you all feel something for me, to seem interested in my personal issues, to pretend for an instant that you all really care. I know you don't. None of us do. Which means all of us do. Every single one of us. We feed off each other, using the people around us to fuel us so that we may all continue to care to pretend to care for people that care and don't care for us. We're like a pack of hungry wolves, cannibalistic wolves who can't help but tear to pieces the ones we love, find sustenance in each others blood only because drawing our own cannot quench our thirst. And we all pretend that we want others to retain all their delicious blood, and that we do not thirst for it with every fiber of our being, and that we are not drinking our own every second of every day, and I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT AT ALL. If we are going to be parasites, why not just say so?! Because that's exactly what we are underneath it all, underneath this all-encompassing garb of lies! We are all liars! About everything! We pretend that we are not all dying for everyone to pour out their blood for us as we pour it out under the facade of giving it to the world when in fact we can't help but gulp it down ourselves. We drink it, we breath it, we absorb it; There is no escaping it.