Screaming. I want to hear it. I love it. I've gained an acquired taste for it. The sound of agony, pain, dismay, anger, despair, and the revolving misery that constantly rains down on my shoulders - It's beautiful and gorgeous. But then there are those who wants to suppress it, choke it so it's not coming out when it really needs to be out.

Why? Why stop the inevitable? Who decided the world needs to be seen and heard though one vision and one master? Why, it's everyone who disagrees with the beauty of screams and cries. Sadness and misery offers a chance to empathy, something people so desperately happy can't obtain.

Need is the one and only uniting thing amongst all people and it is the simplest enemy we all are fighting against but is so ironically the friend we should embrace. Once you're happy, you're alone. You don't need anything else. You block out everyone and tell yourself you're doing the right thing and you're not on drugs...you just need a Pepsi.

Happiness is numbing and dark. It's an addictive abuse that consumes people, and it's socially acceptable. Love is selfish, greedy, needy, insecure, tacky, gluttonous, and it is full of self-serving agendas.

I love screams. I love her.