Friday, November 26, 2004

Life is hollow shell of nothingness, made real only by society and society's ill-fashioned ill-created dream of something inevitably better. Well, congratulations, but it didn't work. There is no reason for this stupid living of life. We will all die and it will all be inconsequential. I hate it all and everything in it. Nothing matters but that is not a reason not to care. Care while we are still here...but then...there is nothing, anyway. It is a waste and scary to think of. Love does not matter in the long run because eventually death will find us, and if it does not soon enough, then love will cease and lovers will grow tired and divorce and everyone will be depressed and saddened. Why even bother living in reality when reality's end is endless and ending and never real. So live and hate and push people around to get the best while you can? It won't matter in the end for you, anyway. So many accomplishments left and goals scattered. Why, why is it all so damn depressing? The worst part is that there is no comfort. No one can say honestly of what awaits you after death. No one take away this suffering that is worse than hot skewers thrust through your eye sockets until they bleed and drip down your cheeks. It shall never cease.

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