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That depression I've had for a while is slinking back into my mind again. It seems like I was meant to be depressed. On the brighter side of the spectrum my computer has been fixed, So i have that to be happy about... I guess. Although now I'm not able to go on my trip this year. I so desperately wanted to go to California this year. Whatever... In my life the world has worked against me. It always. Nothing ever seems to go the way I want it. Im just one giant major ******** up. Perhaps Im not ready for this world... Or perhaps this world isnt ready for me. Either way I know im not wanted here and that I dont belong here. So I guess the only questions left are Who am I, Where do I belong and What do I do know. The answers to these questions blind me. Sigh no one really cares about me. I should just do away with myself, speed my way on the way to the eternal. Would anyone notice, Would anyone care... Would anyone remember...
Nothing is real,
Real is just a word,
A word to describe,
That which is not Virtual.
But really,
What is real,
How do we define real.
Is somthing we taste,
Feel, Hear, Touch, See..?
No.. Real is not any of these.
It is somthing we fear.
Real is an absence,
Of all things unreal,
Where you are meant face
Your ultimate fear,
Yourself.
 Vizierre · Mon Jun 20, 2005 @ 01:00pm · 2 Comments |
