Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"I don't know, what should I do?

The answer must be one that sees between the waves, disappears and lacks the certainty to repeat it, no, significantly lacking. Is the hand that extracts the electrical signal from the uncertain thought circuit and moves to the solution not rolling somewhere?

Though I want to explore the answers and sublime them to something better tied to a dark leap. How can I interpret what it feels like to be disgusted by my own darkness and disdainful and irritated by what I want to contempt? It doesn't seem trivial to me, and it depends on my foolishness to think that the slightest but distressing meaning is also some kind of incident.