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Welcome to my Living Hell!
All of my life I have wondered why I was born. Noone has ever loved me. Not one person has ever been my friend. The people on this planet simply use others to make themselves feel more pompous and important. I cannot stand the way they are so selfish, conceited, and pathetic. They feed off of each other for compliments like leeches, trying desperately to survive. They simply do not understand that no matter how hard they try, no matter how much they want to do the right thing, they never will be able to.
I learned that lesson very early in life. There is no such thing as right or wrong. There is no black or white; the world is shrouded in infinite shades of gray and nothing in this world, or the next, will ever be able to shift through its many cloaks.
This world of ours will slowly suffocate us of all our hopes and dreams, until all that is left to us is a pervading desire to die. A prayer said every night that life will end and we will no longer have to be tormented and aggrieved.
You do not believe me? You are positive that I am wrong. Yet, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my visions of this world are completely accurate. I used to have dreams; I wanted to make a difference. Then I realized the truth. Noone makes a difference. If I died tomorrow, I would be nothing more than a corpse in a coffin and a footnote in the newspaper.
I have no family; I never did, and I know now deep down in my colorless soul, that I never will. I am nothing. I am noone. I am not important. You did not notice me yesterday, or today; you will not notice me in any of my tomorrows.
I am Damanai.
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