When dreaming ends.
I learned today that life isn't what I dreamed it to be.
Reality hurts: I AM alone. You're alone too.
Thinking about this makes me immensely dispirited and/or unavoidably depressed.
I don't want to live some conventional bullshit life. Live off prescription drugs. Enable myself to be brainwashed by the media.
Feel superior by owning materialistic junk. I don't want to live ONLY for myself. (Survival of the fittest my ass: How about survival of the human race? How many people live in poverty? How many children starve while most of us fat ass North Americans live a life of unappreciated indulgence?)
I see too many people with hallow eyes and empty souls.
If i wasn't so tired, I'd try harder to express myself.
Not like it matters.
The dreaming is done.
You're alone in this world.
Reality hurts: I AM alone. You're alone too.
Thinking about this makes me immensely dispirited and/or unavoidably depressed.
I don't want to live some conventional bullshit life. Live off prescription drugs. Enable myself to be brainwashed by the media.
Feel superior by owning materialistic junk. I don't want to live ONLY for myself. (Survival of the fittest my ass: How about survival of the human race? How many people live in poverty? How many children starve while most of us fat ass North Americans live a life of unappreciated indulgence?)
I see too many people with hallow eyes and empty souls.
If i wasn't so tired, I'd try harder to express myself.
Not like it matters.
The dreaming is done.
You're alone in this world.