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12月5日 Living...but not aliveCall it morose, depressing, morbid. Call me a loser, a freak, a wimp, whatever. I have to let this out... ********************************************************************* Why must life be so complicated? Why can't it be simpler? Why must I think so much about everything? Why must do well in my exams? Why must I get into a good university? Why must I earn a six figure salary? Why must I be afraid or ashamed of failure? Why cant life be about food, clothing and shelter? Why must I wear branded clothes and own an mp3 player? Why must it seem like the best years if my life are behind me? Why must each mistake of mine have irreversible repercussions on my percieved future? Why must I be worried sick whether I'll earn enough to educate my kids? When I probably wont even live that long... Why wasnt I born in the 19th century? So that I would be happily dead ever after 1900? Why must it seem like my body is giving up on me? Why must it seem like everything I do is a lost cause? Why must I compete with a quintillion others just to get this entry read? Why am I even making this entry? Why do I give so much importance to whatever happens in my life? Even when I know that if I didnt wake up tomorrow, or ever again, no one would give a fuck... Why must I have amazing God-given abilities? Why must I make something of myself just because I have these abilities? Why must I suffocate myself under my own expectations?? Why am I not a dimwit who'll just scrape through life? Why is it that whatever I do with my life, I am going to end up dead and forgotten, just like that thief, that prostitute and that serial killer? Why must I be an obedient son, a sincere student and a model citizen? Why must I be bound by the "acceptable limits" of "social behaviour"? Why must I submit myself to the whims of incompetent nincompoops just because they are in positions of power? What has happened to me? Why have I become so negative? Where is my Faith, my Belief? Why am I plagued by self doubt? I used to be invincible... Capable of doing anything that you could throw at me... Why am I a mere mortal again? Why have my powers deserted me? Why has the Force forsaken me? Why have I become weak, defenceless? Why have I become petty, pathetic? Why must I crib so much? When I know that my life is just about perfect... And that there is really nothing more I could ask for.... Why then, am I so hollow? Why do I have no one to speak to, except the whole wide world? Why must I keep asking these questions, when I know they have no answers? Why do I even bother? To take the next breath To eat the next meal To sleep the next night I wish I could just run away I wish someone would make me up and tell me that it was all just a bad dream I wish I could take my life into my own hands I wish I could just start over... Why do I choose to continue living? Because I've been granted a life... And because of that quintessential human delusion.... called.... "Hope" I dont want anyone's sympathy.. I dont want anyone's pity.. I WANT my Life back I WANT Me back... ********************************************************************* "Hope- Its the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strengths and your greatest weaknesses"
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