I'm a hundred years old, now. Tired very tired. Been on the hold for long, very long, waiting. Yea, yea I know life doesn't stop and bla bla, but I just feel a hundred years old. Forgotten to play happy games. Can't do that thing right now. I'm too tired.

Don't tease, don't mock. I'm no good right now. Life's not a happy time for me right now.

All that I did was write harmless senseless ugly poetry. Don't tease, don't mock. Not now.