Monotony.

[hizke]

Things will always be the same.

I'll always be the petulant moron yearning for something that doesn't exist.

Companionship. Trust. Love.

I seek it, and thoroughly, I'm given due credit to how impossible such things could exist.

When I give my trust and friendship, it's taken too far and stretched beyond recognition.

I'm taken for some lunatic.

All I want is someone to be there. Someone to know that I trust them, and all I want is trust in return.

But this is a complex and difficult thing to comprehend.

I'll always be surrounded, but completely alone.

No one quite understands that all some people need is something more.

I want more than this life offers.

I want freedom from morals. Scruples. I don't want the burden of being so lonely.

I value people's friendship. But do they value mine? What does it matter?

It really means nothing, and all I've sought is just frivilous and stupid.

Iconic in it's idiocy, I seek things that don't exist.

Buzzwords of common-day. Love, companionship, trust.

Fleeting. If not mythical.

And so.

I hate everything.

But I grit my teeth and smile.

Or else I look like there's something weird with me.

Something wrong.

The concept of normality is an individual perception. And when I say things so dull and bleak...

It seems like I'm some blowhard emotion prat.

Well, I am emotional.

I'm compassionate. In a world where it doesn't fucking matter.

I show all my compassion, and in return, I have nothing.

Just anger swelling up in me. Deep in my gut, just rage.

I hate everything.

Nothing. Matters.