Shallow Idiot
I always talk about the same shit. Everyday. Day after day. The same. How I think I need to be medicated. How upset or pist off I am. How humanity is in contiuously destroying and corrupting. I am really boring. My views are purley pessimistic. I am bleak and ambiguous. I hate it. I need a new light. I need an understanding. I need to find a common ground with another. I know everybody thinks Im a shallow idiot, but I dont care. I think I have ADD.. I hate the classifications though! I hate to be pronounced a certain way because of how my brain works...or does not work. Im sick of feeling so much pain for no reason. Do I need a reason?
We as people suffer. I suffer as an individual. I am disenchanted with this world. We all suffer from and are all a product of moral corruption. This, I know, will never change nor have I ever expected it to. I guess im content, no, not content...not satisfied either but merely okay with the knowledge, rather the realization that suffering is a part of this phathomless world. It will not parish as we all will. Removed from the earth as if we never happened. With scarce proof of our desprate existance and no proof of our uniqueness.
Perhaps our pain will die with us, I have no idea. I often get so lost in my thoughts that I forget where I am...who I am. That Im even alive. So wrapped up in words, despratly trying to find and put meaning to them. I have said all of these things before. Probally in the exact same way. Redundancy, what a fault. I think that I think to much. I know i do. I think that megan and Jeanne have made me crazy, haha, but I guess I have to love em for it.
"Is it to late to remind you how we were?"
"You could be happy, I hope you are."
We as people suffer. I suffer as an individual. I am disenchanted with this world. We all suffer from and are all a product of moral corruption. This, I know, will never change nor have I ever expected it to. I guess im content, no, not content...not satisfied either but merely okay with the knowledge, rather the realization that suffering is a part of this phathomless world. It will not parish as we all will. Removed from the earth as if we never happened. With scarce proof of our desprate existance and no proof of our uniqueness.
Perhaps our pain will die with us, I have no idea. I often get so lost in my thoughts that I forget where I am...who I am. That Im even alive. So wrapped up in words, despratly trying to find and put meaning to them. I have said all of these things before. Probally in the exact same way. Redundancy, what a fault. I think that I think to much. I know i do. I think that megan and Jeanne have made me crazy, haha, but I guess I have to love em for it.
"Is it to late to remind you how we were?"
"You could be happy, I hope you are."