Name: Anonymous 2007-10-07 19:43
The World is a very fucking up place, and more so, the humans on it. I must say in my personal opinion I've come to find that often the reason for the worlds decent towards hell is easy explained in one way: A Fucking Lack of Morals. I gotta say, I was pretty fucking suprised as I adged to find how few people have morals anymore, or for that matter, emotions. Some people are like...ghosts. They appear to be people on the outside, and perhaps share some human functions and emotions, but are simply filth. No good leechs of the worlds society. This is a horrible truth I've come to realize in my last weeks. These people are the reason suicide should be legal. They ruin others lives with their hate, and their lies, and their lack of humanity, MORALS. They are ruining all we've strived to become as a nation. These people disgust me and show me one thing for certain: Love is Dead, and has Been for a Long Long Time. They show me the future of where our planet and lives shall dwell in time come. And I wish not to see it pass. I must say this world has been all but kind to me. I gotta say its the people, its dwellers, that really *Made* me move on from this place. And now it and its people are dead to me. Never to be spoke to or of again. Never to be aloud to remain a wound in someones memory again, never to be burdened apon by a simple request ever again. Never to feel the pain that ones false love can inflict on another. The worst kind of pain. The kind that burns and eats at your soul for all time. The kind you cant shake but latchs on like the most inpending feeling of death at the most painful ratio to time it could be. You never know what you did to deserve, you question everything you've ever thought, or anything you've ever done. You ask the very gods, or anything in the night of your mind that'll send responce. You say, "Why me, Why me?!. Oh god, Oh whatever it might be that dreamed my invention. How did I do you wrong to deserve such a end?! Who did I disturb to receive such a curse?! Tell me, please...please....how can I...make things...beter??" Personally, I have asked these thigs, I have been through these phases. And I know what the responce is. Cold Dead Silence. And a Feeling of Dark Sickly Pull Takes the Life Right Out of Your Stomach and Into a place your greatest fears follow that holds all you are in a vortex of grief and hatred, represented in searing whips to the heart of your being, cut into the very depths of your soul. Never sure if you can do it anymore.Uncapable of speak. You lay in shock, completly stricken with the most powerful composure of feelings events and emotions you've had....All At Once. Your very heart feels like its clawing it way out of your chest, as though its wraped in barbwire and spinning like a tornado inside your very chest. You feel completly blank of ideas or rationality, feeling or care for the smallest or largest thing in the world. You finally realize what has happened is reality, as tho nothing could hurt any worse. You realize those you ever held most dear to your soul, those who you blessed with your good graces, your care and your concern, your love and understanding...........Were a lie. They had been fucking you over ever since the begining, they were the ones you thought, I'll be with that person forever, these people are my life partners. But No... You realize they hadnt been your friends, not at any point in time, not your life partners, not even true aquatences. But really all they had been all along: Leechs. Moraless people with a hunger for ruining the lives of those who they mean most too. Those feel the need to ruin lives with thier wielding weapons of grief and mistrust, beating hearts used and thrown away like a sickly piece of fruit when they feel the need. I refuse to bother with any of this anymore. Fuck um'. If they cant handle maybe the next world can. Maybe this planet can show me the love I need, or the gods up above. Either way, my chances are better on another plane. Please dont feel for me any pain or sadness. Simply learn from the mistakes I've made, learn to fear the people I feel into a trap with.