Unreadable (Why is it impossible for others to understand i just don't want to talk?!)

Okay, so picture this: I just want to go home. Maybe eat something that isn’t cardboard, maybe sit down without existential dread crushing my soul. But noooo—apparently the universe thought, “Hey, let’s make this guy witness a double murder in an alleyway!” Calm on the outside? Sure. Inside? I’m screaming like a goat in a blender. And as if my day wasn’t already a sitcom written by a sadistic AI, some mysterious dude is watching me. Judging me. Probably taking notes. Honestly, I don’t even know what dimension I’m in anymore, but apparently, survival now comes with bonus chaos, invisible threats, and zero guidance. Can I just go home already???