its all a viscious cycle
as many times as i have sat in this chair, in front of the same damn screen that taunts me so, a vision of such complication the intrecicies that someone took their life and devoted to creating such a magnificent creation, that we all take for granted so easily, brings me to think of all the things i could have done, all the places i would have been and all the things i should be doing, but sadly get stuck round and round in the same circle of repetative hell that haunts my ever changing self. i want so many things, i want to be such a great person and excell at everything i do and teach the world a lesson so i will live forever in the depths and confinds of someone elses dreams, yet lack the motivation to even change my daily life from the loser i have grown so accustomed to bieng. try to get ahead? oh no, not i, i will remain in the same horrid situations that i have come to know and love so dearly. i am always desperate for an end, be it death, better life, whatever may come my way, but the sad yet truest fact is it is my fault i am even here in the first place and my own fault i can not therefore change it. wishing for things, and dreams of the highest calibur never can compare to the actuallity of succeeding in whatever goal ur weak and utterly calious mind may conjure up. this life? this is hell, we are all doomed to suffer through insecurities of ourselves, and pain and hate and sadness of unrequited spite from someone else whos only goal is to make themselves look or feel better. it is a disgraceful planet we live on and strive to maintain, yet without it we wouldnt be we at all.
so it all starts over again. . . its all a viscious cycle. . .
so it all starts over again. . . its all a viscious cycle. . .