Why are there so few people like me?
why the fuck am I so damn uncommon.
I fucking hate it. Hate it, hate it, HATE IT.
Why, why, why, why, why WHY?
give me a fucking reason, I'll scream up to the sky and get no answer, I'll scream to the earth and get no answer.
Somebody fucking tell me and you better tell me the fucking truth, because there are too many lies in this world. Sometimes Desiderata just doesn't fucking cut it.
Fuck morals.
Fuck values.
Fuck caring.
Fuck feeling.
Why bother; when it all means nothing, somebody fucking prove to me that all this has meaning, somebody tell me the truth.
There has to be more to life than just living.
The stupidity of it all. Not much makes sense these days.
So fucking funny. I just saw one of the little ones, get in so much trouble over something that, if I was his age; would have acted exactly the same.
Ahh, sorry little one. There's so few like us. I've been looking for more; but there are so little. So damn little.
~Close your eyes, there's nothing we can do~
The truth is, is that we all do things because when we think about it, it's not to please others...but to please our selves.
ReplyDeleteMake yourself happy, not anyone else because you wont get anything out of pleasing everyone if they don't appreciate it. so why try to please the unpleaseable (I made that word up ;D)
well that's what I think anyway...if you can't please them, please your self :)
Although in the end... what is our life but like fleeting shadows?
ReplyDeleteIf we are useless to ourselves... what only can we do but to be useful to others? After all, that may be the only legacy we can leave behind.
We live, we break, we fix ourselves, and yet we die. Sometimes we die broken. That is, you only die once, as in people die broken... sometimes. Only once. I don't know how to make that make sense. Sorry to ruin the moment.
If it all means nothing, then why are so many people living?
I agree. There has to be more to life than just living.