Whoadeng...
I am a little bit of everything. I am slightly lost. Slightly annoyed. Very content. Happy. Nostalgic. Surprised. Fatigued. Impartial. And just plain pensive. I find that the workings of the world are the most twisted and cruel events, and yet, they are so laughable. Yes, that is what i said. They make me laugh.
While You sit in front of a glaring computer screen, you see everyone else having the time of their lives. People seem to have forgotten you exist. But then you start to wonder if they are truly happy. A year ago, these people were in a totally different place. A month ago these people were in a totally different place. Its amazing to see them change like the very chamellions they claim to hate. I dont pretend to be the same at all, but at least I can confide in the same people. Its as if they need new friends and new adventure to manipulate to reassure themselves that they are still human, or something of that sort.
Then there are those people who stay the way they have always been. Static creature so afrid of change, the cling on to the past as if they had noting else to live for. I used to be one of these unfortunate individuals. And sadly, nothing stays the same as hard as they try, not even them.
I need to never know of these creatures again. Not ever again, but more like for a few years. More than 4 or 5 inorder to let myself forget that they exist, so when i do see them again, I will actually be interested in how their boring and useless lives have changed into the very fruits of success their parents once cultivated with the utmost care.
While You sit in front of a glaring computer screen, you see everyone else having the time of their lives. People seem to have forgotten you exist. But then you start to wonder if they are truly happy. A year ago, these people were in a totally different place. A month ago these people were in a totally different place. Its amazing to see them change like the very chamellions they claim to hate. I dont pretend to be the same at all, but at least I can confide in the same people. Its as if they need new friends and new adventure to manipulate to reassure themselves that they are still human, or something of that sort.
Then there are those people who stay the way they have always been. Static creature so afrid of change, the cling on to the past as if they had noting else to live for. I used to be one of these unfortunate individuals. And sadly, nothing stays the same as hard as they try, not even them.
I need to never know of these creatures again. Not ever again, but more like for a few years. More than 4 or 5 inorder to let myself forget that they exist, so when i do see them again, I will actually be interested in how their boring and useless lives have changed into the very fruits of success their parents once cultivated with the utmost care.