all that is to come to be
after the last 79 hours of sleeplesnes, i find myself pondering things that always come about when i'm this lonly. and as of now i see things like this...
we used to hate people, but now we just make fun of them because it's easier than the harsh reality that we are no better than those we hate. it's easier that way. we have nothing to lose because we have nothing worth living for. in this day and age we don't seem to grasp the concept of friendship. now all it is, is a word, no meaning behind it, no feeling, nothing besides that sence of emptyness our "friends" leave us when they ultimitly stab us in the back and then act like it was your fault. and it is your fault. just like it's mine, their's, every ones. no one is safe. we will all die alone in one way or another. young or old, it doesn't matter. death is the only thing with no prejudices. it is the only certanty. no preconcieved notions. any sence of direction. we only wait for some thing worth waiting for. something to kill the pain we inflict on our own persons, regardless of how you want to feel. you are no more than the sum of all you consume. and all that nothing you feel can all be washed away with your sex, drugs, booze, politics, religion, and false ideals of an idealistic world.
so lets see how fun every thing really is, shall we? how about not. all of your problems are your problems. not mine. i might listen and give advice, but do you even care when i come to you? all is lost and horrid. ugly and torn. raped and hollow.
all this is what we will, or have come to be.
now excuse me while i go kill a party clown to cheer myself up.
we used to hate people, but now we just make fun of them because it's easier than the harsh reality that we are no better than those we hate. it's easier that way. we have nothing to lose because we have nothing worth living for. in this day and age we don't seem to grasp the concept of friendship. now all it is, is a word, no meaning behind it, no feeling, nothing besides that sence of emptyness our "friends" leave us when they ultimitly stab us in the back and then act like it was your fault. and it is your fault. just like it's mine, their's, every ones. no one is safe. we will all die alone in one way or another. young or old, it doesn't matter. death is the only thing with no prejudices. it is the only certanty. no preconcieved notions. any sence of direction. we only wait for some thing worth waiting for. something to kill the pain we inflict on our own persons, regardless of how you want to feel. you are no more than the sum of all you consume. and all that nothing you feel can all be washed away with your sex, drugs, booze, politics, religion, and false ideals of an idealistic world.
so lets see how fun every thing really is, shall we? how about not. all of your problems are your problems. not mine. i might listen and give advice, but do you even care when i come to you? all is lost and horrid. ugly and torn. raped and hollow.
all this is what we will, or have come to be.
now excuse me while i go kill a party clown to cheer myself up.