~ WG's Official Outcast & Exile ~
"It does not matter what I do nor how friendly I may try to be towards other, but I know the truth: I will never belong. I lost my chance at making friends a long time ago, but...I have nowhere else to go. I know people, no matter how polite they may seem, think unkindly of me...and I am okay with that. My name is Wings Of Reparation...and I am an outcast of WG."
~ Mark of Loneliness ~
"I once had a group of friends. People I once held dearly to me. One by one, they all fell down, leaving me alone. I understand now that life is telling me that I do not deserve happiness. So I live with what's been given to me: Misery. Everyday, I live with it; knowing I can never find peace living. Because my friends found theirs...in death."
~ WGmon's Exile ~
"I annoy people wherever I go and that thread is no exception. For the sake of retaining whatever integrity I have left, I swear to never post in that thread from now on. It wouldn't be the first time I've shunned myself from a hangout thread and it will not be the last. "
- Some info about myself -
* Always assumes the worst
* Extreme pessimist.
* Hard time expressing intentions right
* Feels very isolated from others
* Carries a lot of emotional baggage
* Has difficulties figuring out people's intentions [ Hostility, anger, hate, etc. ]
* Awkward & Aloof [ Socially IRL or otherwise ]
* Hates schools with an extreme passion
* Hates parties
* Generally avoids conflict [ Yet unintentionally starts some... ]
* Extreme Abandonment Issues
* Notice how I say nothing positive about myself? That says a lot about my self-esteem.
- Irony ( Lyrics from video ) -
I feel that walking has become another chore
I don’t think I can go on walking anymore
Forgive me for those words, I know they’re but a cliche to you
But life is tiring, my feet are feeling sore
I wish that I could have a bit of time
To heal the ache that’s growing stronger all the time
But I know time stops for nobody, let alone me
And so I go, inevitably...
Whenever things are going rather happily
It turns out life is just playing a trick on me
It’s slightly shameful to admit the truth, I end up in tears
And so returns the same old melancholy
I miss when life was just simplicity
And misery wasn’t always chasing after me
It’s pretty obvious now, I should have left my regret
But I held onto it, so foolishly
Maybe I overreact a bit
It hasn’t destroyed me yet, has it?
But everything I desire is always just too far to get
Honestly, it’s just me, brainlessly, so silly
Always hoping for good to be
If that’s the case then just hear my plea
Pick me up and drop me into unfaltering sleep
You say to look hard for a solution
But wouldn’t that depend on the person?
So I could never, no I could never
Believe a word anyone says
I know that everyone has their hardships
It’s fairly clear to me that I’m not alone
But how is it that they can just leave them
I just don’t know at all
Often I’m told I need to clean up my act
Although maturity is something I lack
And so when some simple little problems arise
I over-think them, over and over again
It seems that the world is just a troublesome place, so
Sometimes I think that I should just end the pain
“You’re sick, aren't you dear?”
“I’m sick of the tears”
Why can’t everything just end simply?
Everything I aspired to be
Is nothing that will become of me
If my expectations are too far-fetched, then just what am I to do?
Give a sign, give a sign, a reason not to die
Give me a chance to prove my worth
I constantly search for a place to cry
Why won’t these tears just stop pouring from my eyes
It’s hard to constantly think of the same things
It’s just unnecessary to think too much
You always told me stars would guide me back home
Although they only show at night
You always showed me so much kindness
I don’t deserve it, I have failed you too much
I think my tiny heart is going to split
Please just leave it be, for now...
Step back from me...
Please leave me be...
This so-deceitful road that I stumble on
is never going to end...
It’s getting difficult to maneuver
And it’s just worthless to try and run away
So I’ll just hold my hands over my ears
And block out all this noise
How can I live not knowing what life is?
Sometimes my dreams seem to be more realistic
Obviously I can’t be called happy
But then, what am I, after all...?