It isn't my fault.
But I am so responsible for it.
Why can't I stop this overbearing nothingness? We are all so insignificant. We keep reading so many lies and so many persuasions. So many convincing arguments that drag us down like poison. But how can we know what is poison and what is the antidote? What is the cure? Why can't we just believe everything? What happened to honesty?
We keep taking advantage, like an evil wolf hunting for an abundant prey.
We are sick.
Humans are corrupt.
You know what I'm growing tired of? My needings. I think I'm getting along fine, until one day something steers out of course, and I crash right into a rock. Scratch that. I crash into a bomb. And then I go all whatever all over the place, like the people that I complain about. I feel helpless. I hate it. I hate so many things.
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most.
I cannot speak. I feel like the ears set to listen are changing what I say. I have the feeling of the loneliness of not being alone. Failing so many times when so much was expected of me. Perhaps we all just go insane at some point in our lives. We all lose it.
What happens to us when what we hold precious escapes from our grasps?
See what I'm doing to myself? All I do is revolve around my own thoughts, my own selfish thoughts. I drag you readers down. I apologize so much. I can't stop concentrating on myself, but it's because I'm the only person that my feelings are a surety of. I don't know what I'm doing to everyone. They can tell me, but how do I know that they aren't just telling another lie?
Geez. Pessimist me.
No doubt my speech pisses one off rather quickly.
So I'm shutting up.
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