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i always feel so alone
whenever im gone from my house, with people, im mostly content and sometimes happy, but when i come back, or just on the way home, leaving them all, i just dont see the point in caring about much of anything. caring about something just ends up screwing you when all goes wrong and you wished you never started to care. it just seems that no matter what we do, even if someone is physicaly next to you, you are alone, completely and fully alone. physicaly you could be holding hands, or just standing there or whatever, but mentally, inside your head, no one is there. people can never know fully your thoughts for they have their own to cope with, their own thoughts to think about. people can right pilosophy of all kinds of shit that goes on in their head, thoughts of all kinds of stuff, and even if someone agrees, and says that you are right, even completely right with what you said, you are still alone in such a thought. if its such a deep thought, people cant go inside your head and join you in your thoughts, so you are alone. destined to be alone, live your life out alone, die alone, be dead alone. always alone.
i doubt many people will care or bother to read more than a sentence of this, and i dont know if what i was trying to say was said throughout this passage, but who gives a shit right? we always turn into the things we come to hate and dispise.
whenever im gone from my house, with people, im mostly content and sometimes happy, but when i come back, or just on the way home, leaving them all, i just dont see the point in caring about much of anything. caring about something just ends up screwing you when all goes wrong and you wished you never started to care. it just seems that no matter what we do, even if someone is physicaly next to you, you are alone, completely and fully alone. physicaly you could be holding hands, or just standing there or whatever, but mentally, inside your head, no one is there. people can never know fully your thoughts for they have their own to cope with, their own thoughts to think about. people can right pilosophy of all kinds of shit that goes on in their head, thoughts of all kinds of stuff, and even if someone agrees, and says that you are right, even completely right with what you said, you are still alone in such a thought. if its such a deep thought, people cant go inside your head and join you in your thoughts, so you are alone. destined to be alone, live your life out alone, die alone, be dead alone. always alone.
i doubt many people will care or bother to read more than a sentence of this, and i dont know if what i was trying to say was said throughout this passage, but who gives a shit right? we always turn into the things we come to hate and dispise.