Sunday, March 20, 2011
Tabooze
I forget when the last time was that I went shopping for clothes by myself. I'm always alone and I lack the mobility to get things done... Furthermore, I've joined an organization that prides on how its the best at getting things done.
It seems I failed at life.
Is this my destiny, the way it was meant to be...
And I prided myself on how everything was perfect. But nobody understands me. I am always alone.
I'm tired of dreaming of a better life and not getting it.
I'm tired of relying on people who abide by pride, boredom, and booze.
I am insecure, I am bored, I am in a cramped space, and I'm lazily sitting here doing nothing about it...
Yeah, this is currently my destiny... Getting nowhere fast, because I'm not worth it. Perhaps I'm dead just laying here, but no- I got a pulse and a will to write disturbing things I fail to express out loud normally, out of fear; out of hate.
In this monotonous expression, that has neither energy, nor excitement, and stands icily detached from the world, let me say that that I'm losing touch with reality, and I think I'm starting to intentionally ruin my life.
Lost the momentum to move on... but I'm waging war on such things, and must have victory and a new destiny, a silver lining that will lead me to where I want to be, once I figure out where that is.
Understand my, I must restore my natural rhythm and beat, or it is I who am beat. I am my last defense against this troublesome world... I have to win.
It seems I failed at life.
Is this my destiny, the way it was meant to be...
And I prided myself on how everything was perfect. But nobody understands me. I am always alone.
I'm tired of dreaming of a better life and not getting it.
I'm tired of relying on people who abide by pride, boredom, and booze.
I am insecure, I am bored, I am in a cramped space, and I'm lazily sitting here doing nothing about it...
Yeah, this is currently my destiny... Getting nowhere fast, because I'm not worth it. Perhaps I'm dead just laying here, but no- I got a pulse and a will to write disturbing things I fail to express out loud normally, out of fear; out of hate.
In this monotonous expression, that has neither energy, nor excitement, and stands icily detached from the world, let me say that that I'm losing touch with reality, and I think I'm starting to intentionally ruin my life.
Lost the momentum to move on... but I'm waging war on such things, and must have victory and a new destiny, a silver lining that will lead me to where I want to be, once I figure out where that is.
Understand my, I must restore my natural rhythm and beat, or it is I who am beat. I am my last defense against this troublesome world... I have to win.
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