I don't like being wrong

I wanted to be right, so everything could be nice.
But its not.
Sorry.

ARGH

How emo?! was that. Or was it, I'm not sure. Seems one has hit the default cold-hearted (that is inability to connect) phase in goddamnedness of confusion that is....... stuff. Bloody stuff, it's all over the place, maybe I should tidy it safely into a little box and forget it under the bed.