'n', h-a-t-e

Complaining about nothing makes that nothing so much more pathetic. No one actually fucking cares, it is time to grow up. If you are right about one thing, it is that you look like a child, who can't get what he wants. Isn't it fantastic when in a few short words you can destroy someone entirely? Who is it that speaks them, that knows what to say? The only person who knows who you really are, the only person who has seen you doing everything that you try to forget. Who knows what hides underneath your skin, poisoning the blood that runs so freely once they break the surface.

A kid I know, once believed in something that everyone else disregarded. And in this fairytale, he was wrong, and everyone else was right. He thought he was something more than what he had been told, and shut his eyes and blocked his ears when the whole world told him he was wrong. You would have to be nine kinds of fucked up to want anything to do with a kid who dreams for something he cannot have, that no one will ever want. He is nobody, nothing. Passionate about time wasting, lazy as fuck and so incredibly miserable, a conversation is a funeral. The only thing he has, or will ever have, is his twisted and torturous mind, a gift. Have you ever been torn down from the inside? Your skin shattered like glass as everything you kept a secret, a deep dark secret breaks out of you and not only reveals who you truly are, it also entirely eradicates the mask that you once wore. And as the mask lies in front of you, broken in two, you can see how revolting it really was.

You can smash mirrors, hide yourself from others, say nothing, and do nothing. But you can NEVER escape yourself, your own mind. Get used to it, and stop bloody whining about it.