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I wake up every morning completely devastated at the fact that I will never achieve anything I deem interesting.
Dissatisfaction is all I feel as I go about my daily routine, going to school, or brushing my teeth. I do not desire these things, this existence.
Why are we cursed with having such imagination that completely ruins our lives? I want nothing more than an interesting existance but it seems farther and more distant with each passing moment.
Why is it that everything has to be the way it is. I am disgusted at evolution for cursing us so. Did we really have to be so ******** adaptive. God damn.
I am just angsty due to the fact we will never fight dragons, control undead armies or create living furniture from flesh.
I am stagnant, I am human.
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"Man takes up the sword in order to shield the small wound in his heart...
Sustained in a far-off time beyond remembrance.
Man wields the sword so that he may die smiling...
In some far-off time beyond perception..."
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