Chapter 50 - Sin 4
"Why is that when the moments of happiness comes that when the depression rears it's ugly head looking like the clown from IT. Bad enough my life isn't worth a hill of beans but when it effects the others around me, it doesn't please me one bit. I try and be there for people but only fail as I normally do. Life is getting to a point that no matter where I go or do, it just turns to shit. Like King Midas but in reverse.
Why must the world spin like a merry-go-round from hell? The world was once a paradise, but then MAN invented things like guns and drugs. HUMAN instinct used to be about helping, now it's about lieing and cheating and doing whatever to keep them (and only them) afloat. Whoever coined the phrase 'Survival of the Fittest' deserves to be awarded....then shot in the head.
The world is affecting me now to the point that even saying my name wrong would unleash a hellish fury. I never used to be like that. People say that I have a problem with anger, well it wasn't always like that. Who am I becoming? What has the world changed me into? I was always one to help someone out, but now it seems I've adapted to that 'survival of the fittest'. Again, what the fuck is wrong with me? It seems that writing and gaming isn't working anymore. It seems that my face changes everytime I look into the mirror. Am I in control? Am I even human anymore? What am I becoming? It's getting to the point where I can feel myself changing....I feel myself becoming something. I feel the pain...I feel the tension in my shoulder....perhaps....?
Why must the world spin like a merry-go-round from hell? The world was once a paradise, but then MAN invented things like guns and drugs. HUMAN instinct used to be about helping, now it's about lieing and cheating and doing whatever to keep them (and only them) afloat. Whoever coined the phrase 'Survival of the Fittest' deserves to be awarded....then shot in the head.
The world is affecting me now to the point that even saying my name wrong would unleash a hellish fury. I never used to be like that. People say that I have a problem with anger, well it wasn't always like that. Who am I becoming? What has the world changed me into? I was always one to help someone out, but now it seems I've adapted to that 'survival of the fittest'. Again, what the fuck is wrong with me? It seems that writing and gaming isn't working anymore. It seems that my face changes everytime I look into the mirror. Am I in control? Am I even human anymore? What am I becoming? It's getting to the point where I can feel myself changing....I feel myself becoming something. I feel the pain...I feel the tension in my shoulder....perhaps....?