The realisation that I still don’t know what I’m doing here, Put in perspective I am nothing, It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being Just another soul spent searching for something inside, I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust, I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me ] The chasm in my chest Screams of resounding emptiness I’ve never tasted this bitterness I never felt this solitude, worthlessness
So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference? Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness So what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet? Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by ‘the clarity’ So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty? Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see I might hate this world, I might hate myself But I wont be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else
i’m feeling really shitty about certain people in my life.
yeah brother, thanks for the birthday card. cheers. two years in a row from you.
and three from my father.
and now youre going around thinking its hilarious to rub my mistakes in my face and share them with other people.
i’m just so done with bullshit.
then work, well thats a whole other issue. seriously, girls GROW THE FUCK UP! stop bitching about one another then acting like best friends and living in eachother’s pockets. dont involve me in your petty squabbles.