shut the fuck up and listen
You are at this website for one of two reasons. Either you worship me and my writing(more logical), or more appropriately, you have stumbled here by either mistake or the fact that you have too much free time on your hands. Either way, while you are here you might as well shut the fuck up and listen.
During the last 3 weeks, a great deal has happened. In some aspects, I have no knowledge, nor idea of my purpose for being here, or who I am. In other, more important aspects, I know EXACTLY what I want. At this juncture, my personality could be attributed to a walking corpse. I have no emotion, nor show any to the outside world. At the same time, there is a certain pain inside that has no cure to it. I first felt it over 3 years ago, and on a smaller scale, when I was in jail two times. I feel it now burning as brightly as it did the first time I ever felt it. And here lies the problem. When faced with such a dilemma, nothing matters. Not school, not friends, not money, nothing. Everything seems inconsequential. This problem either passes with time, or gets stronger to the point where it drives one insane. The only way to counter this problem, or at the very least, contain it, is solitude. Shutting down from the outside world and letting nature take its course. This does not work everybody, and it works too well for others. Israel is 3 months away so solitude will transform into a different kind halfway across the world.
Oh, and for anyone dumb enough to think I'm whining, gain some reading comprehension skills. Your stupid ass came to this site so your stupid ass decided to read. This isn't crying, boo hooing, or a good charlotte album. This is your hero telling you that he is, after all, human, and that by being human, he has emotions after all, no matter how deeply buried they are. So again, instead of jumping to illogical conclusions, shut the fuck up and listen.
During the last 3 weeks, a great deal has happened. In some aspects, I have no knowledge, nor idea of my purpose for being here, or who I am. In other, more important aspects, I know EXACTLY what I want. At this juncture, my personality could be attributed to a walking corpse. I have no emotion, nor show any to the outside world. At the same time, there is a certain pain inside that has no cure to it. I first felt it over 3 years ago, and on a smaller scale, when I was in jail two times. I feel it now burning as brightly as it did the first time I ever felt it. And here lies the problem. When faced with such a dilemma, nothing matters. Not school, not friends, not money, nothing. Everything seems inconsequential. This problem either passes with time, or gets stronger to the point where it drives one insane. The only way to counter this problem, or at the very least, contain it, is solitude. Shutting down from the outside world and letting nature take its course. This does not work everybody, and it works too well for others. Israel is 3 months away so solitude will transform into a different kind halfway across the world.
Oh, and for anyone dumb enough to think I'm whining, gain some reading comprehension skills. Your stupid ass came to this site so your stupid ass decided to read. This isn't crying, boo hooing, or a good charlotte album. This is your hero telling you that he is, after all, human, and that by being human, he has emotions after all, no matter how deeply buried they are. So again, instead of jumping to illogical conclusions, shut the fuck up and listen.