Dear ghost ,
Following the catastrophic rage of my mind, my mortified self burns in hatred. It is so full of vulnerable envy. So consumed by baseless ego. It is disgustingly ugly that I fear it might escape beyond me. I have a ravaged mind that have forgotten the morale of the humans. I have horrifying sight that sees not what truly matter. I have a decaying ears and mouth that have lost all the worldly truth. I am so clouded by the past I do not see the here before me. This jealousy that does not motivate me at the least but only gradually suck the hope out of me. What incriminating creature am I becoming? What in the world have I seen! Dear stars, oh beloved moon, what kind of pills can cure me? What remedy must I seek? Yet I love me . I love me. I love me.
Mine truly