I love to talk about nothing. Its the only thing I know anything about. I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am nothing, and not even that. I sometimes realize that the sum of all my blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero.Is this a grand joke telling me? What I really am; just nothing. I now see that I spent most of my life in doing neither what I ought nor what I liked. I really truly hate myself for being such a weird, screwed-up brain that somehow just CANT act/function like *Normal* people in this society, you know, those alpha-type, aggressive, money/business-minded, workaholic, firm and quick in making decisions, ruthless, and of course being super-competitive and driven.I just hate all about mainstream societys notions.. I yearn for Love, Peace and Beauty, but it always kills me whenever I see people can become so cold, dry, soulless, and even damn ruthless like animals because theyll do anything for the sake of Money, money, and money.I just keep escaping the cold Reality, or too busy searching for Freedom, where I eventually know that what I do is just keep escaping and escaping, and only to come out more worse and hate myself more because I am still a NOBODY, especially in the eyes of my parents & society.I am a common man with common thoughts and Ive led a common life. There will be no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I know for sure that I have loved with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 01:30:33 +0000