How nice.

Exactly 2 minutes of my life for creating this "blog".. wonderful

I opened this shit because I have to write what I feel, or i'll go mad. really.

And since my trust in human beings, humanoids and others is completely gone (thank you, people) I cannot enjoy the mere and simple pleasure of talking to a "good friend".

Plastic souls in a plastic universe, and existence is questioned daily by those who make it smaller.

I cannot hold back any longer.

My true destiny has finally been exposed, perhaps to serve as a warning sign for others.

Although I would rather think not, It turns out everything I ever believed in was a lie.

For you see, dear reader, there was something that I gave my life to, heart, mind, and basically everything that is inside of me.

My everything, which even if not a lot, still counts for something.. right?

Wrong.

Again, the betrayel of reality.

How nice of you dear to come and remind me that there is no hope for those who hope, and at the hardest of times strip me away of my only armor, my protection from the filth.

I am no longer among the living. I am but an empty shell, a walking piece of flesh with nothing but black on the inside.

My life and energy drained.. and my soul rendered completely useless.

If I should be so lucky, soon my physical self will join my spiritual self in the quest for whats after this life.

But then again, luck has never visited me before.

All that I cared for, now gone. away. drowned in the ocean of lies, filthy lies.

Images and trust.. I looked upon what I had with the complete certainty that my future is set.

I couldnt believe in anything else, I was so captivated with the thought that perhaps I have found happiness, that perhaps I might be accepted, loved, cared.. but dont we all deserve that?

No.

We get nothing, and I am nothing now.

No point in anything anymore, any action a waste of precious energy, my eyes are weary.. I AM WEARY.

I am weary and tired of this.. please, the almighty architect of the universe, release me from these chains.

My alleigance is for the truth alone, but how can something so subjective be absolute?

Please, great architect - put me out of the misery which I had graciously denied for 2 years.

I know now the time i've been given is a blessing, but like any dream - it is over.

First diminished.. and now lost.

Goodbye.