Your implications are causing you to lose yourself.
Idiotic words mingling with words of self gratification and self satisfaction never amount to anything positive or creative.
You are bringing, (slowly, yes, but it is happening), you are bringing upon yourself a slow, excruciating life.
You look at yourself in the mirror
A clear image (you), you look back at yourself. You donít smile, you donít glare: you look stoic and unmoved as you stare at yourself.
You are not a force to be reckoned with; you are not a thing of beauty. You are simply a person, the embodiment of nothing. Your life isnít worth
nothing, but itís not worth anything.
Donít let the fakes tell you anything, because you already have yourself to listen to.
You are a product of a subculture which values the defacement of the body, of the soul. The soul does not exist; we are here, on this ball of dirt
and water and wood and blood, and that is that. There is nothing more, yet nothing less.
Donít look to meĖI wonít be there. Too long have I tried to cast away the shackles of the free world. The bonds, I have realized, are too strong for
anyone, any group of people, to break. You lost your chance, and I just was unable to face the truth. You donít care, you donít notice, you wonít
care, you wonít notice. I donít care anymore. Iím going to leave you behind in my mind.
(It seems that a lot of what I write for "stories" are more like little essays. Idk...usually I write these types of things when I am restless and in
need of getting my emotions out without consulting another person.)