Contrariety.

Why do I feel like cryin when sb is leavin? Why do I feel angry when sb's doin designer drugs? Why do I want and feel priviledged to supress this person frm doin what I reckon is inappropriate? Why do I write this blog when I feel the need to [talk to sb]? Why do I pay no attention, sentiment when I am leaving to far off countries [leavin it all behind]? Due to appropriating belongings, persons... Because of the immense negative impact they exert on the minds of prospects [may I sit around, watch n scribble down?] Inner feeling, like a sixth sense pertaining the dos n donts-trust me, I will do you no harm, only good, you no good. Crawling for expressin the self; the proof, the grey matter's superior to the limbs. Owing to inner, unprohibited courses pushin forward to attain the unobtained. For the exquisite ensemble of contrarieties which make up my mind. Respectively. "I will have done, quite the contrary..."