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Friday, February 17, 2012 One thing I'll never come to terms with is the ridiculous paternalism espoused here. Everything proceeds on the assumption that your citizens are not only uneducated, but lack any common sense whatsoever. And when they get elevated to the ranks of the ruling party they're deities?!Seriously who needs to be told to 'please use the lifts if you're feeling unwell or carrying bulky items'? Plainly, NOBODY IS THAT STUPID.
Monday, February 13, 2012 There's really nothing else left. I just wished it was easier to die.
Sunday, February 12, 2012 I know there's a big world out there like the one I saw on the screenHow does it feel, to have minions at your feet? Fucking fascist So you think we can carry on pretending life is fair; but the truth will be told on your deathbed
I can be shivering in the heat, hyperventilating... But still think straight. I hate this. Just take me away If cigarettes don't work, use tequila and a knife
Saturday, February 11, 2012 Back then I thought smoking was a sinI don't know why I still expect people to care. All my best friends have proven me wrong some time or another. But I understand why. You can't care for a melancholic being for your whole life. No one would do that; neither would I. That's the answer to your question If dreams and ambitions only serve to hurt me I might as well have none 'My determination is immense.' But in these circumstances I find myself empowered to let go of everything that mattered at all. If there was a quit life button I would've pressed it a long time ago
Friday, February 10, 2012 A girl and her mother were in a lift, when a middle-aged woman carrying her young toddler walked in. She stared at the girl with kindly eyes and later asked her mother if the girl was her daughter. The mother affirmed. 'She's so pretty!!! She's the prettiest girl I've seen! I was admiring her beauty when she was eating just now.' Out of courtesy, the girl smiled and thanked her. 'And she's got such a smiley face!! Teenagers nowadays... Hardly smile...' the woman added. The girl just smiled at the woman for the compliment. Then the lift door opened and the woman and her toddler left.Later the girl thought, God, I didn't ask for a stranger to come around to compliment me on my appearances. I would trade all the compliments for one thing. Back home, she wrote about the incident in her diary. '...but I'm the saddest girl in the world. How could she possibly say I have a smiley face? I haven't smiled all day until she complimented me; I've been crying for as long as I can remember.'
There's nothing more painful than the inability to weep; it echoes a prolonged hollowness, to what translates as a melancholic existence. It is always difficult to contain joy, because there is no emotionally expedient reason to do so. Any attempt to do so compresses that joy into a heart-wrenching pain and implosion. I'd say it's easier to contain sadness, but this container fills fast, and when it's full to the brim the gloom radiates outward, like a parasitic disease, and destroys those who dare to tread in its path.
Repost 2. I reach out - the wind catches my hand I cry out - the air fetches an echo The sky falls - it falls, and falls. The weak crumble, the rest hurry on The rain cries a little pity, for the forgotten heroes and the sickly, and a world that doesn't care. Our hearts falter; They pause, and they stop.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012 At times like these I realize all these problems wouldn't have sufficed if I didn't chase dream 1. But that'd mean dreams 2, 3, 4... wouldn't have existed.Is it better to have extreme pain concomitant with those dreams or live in a vacuum?
This is where I send out the last flare, the final plea before its all over. If this fails, I know it's all over. I need divine intervention
Monday, February 06, 2012 The more posts, the more dire the situation.I always do my best; there's always that 1% or 0.1% which is out of your control. But this time 20-30% is out of my control, and I guess I just have to pray doubly hard.
Sunday, February 05, 2012 But I'm a creepI'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here And then I pause and think, well, it's good enough a concession. I can't expect to get 100%. 80 will do, and I'll fill that 20% gap with watertight plaster. Damn right I gotta make it work, it's do or die Honestly, why would I fuck up my own life?
Saturday, February 04, 2012 I never thought it'd be vaguely possible, but I don't wanna be hating past 21. Because it'd be as good as to the grave.Trust; I could do it, why the fuck can't you?
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