What a lively month. So many posts. I remember I had something cheery to write this morning, but I shall try my hardest to retain that spirit before I remember the REASON I made a blog called 3/4 glass empty.
Pfft, democracy my ass.
Pardon that. Just needed to let something out. Well, today was farely reasonably not too much but what the fuck anyways okay.
So many frustrations in life, no?
There's losing.
There's winning and not knowing what to do anymore
there's not being INVOLVED
and then there's it.
That burning feeling when something you want is within your grasp, and then jumps every step you take an inch further.
Don't bother explaining the physics to me and how I'll eventually get it, I know that.
Gahh, I wanna watch Transformers 2 BADLYYYY.
Wow, this post almost makes me seem normal.
It seems I have a habit of making boyfriends uneasy. How deliberately awesome.
I shall have fun with this.
Fighting the battle for power
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
June 17th
What is it that makes us human?
Is it our will to deter right from wrong?
or our willingness to continuously push forward?
Or what if its the other way around?
To be driven by an animalistic urge to move forward, until we've advanced this far.
Ironic, no? To have become human by being animalistic.
This however, has nothing to do with the reason I'm here today.
Twice in a week, new fuckin record. whoop-de-fuckin-do.
Isn't it funny, to hide behind a mask everyday?
To let everyone see something different about you, never knowing what hides behind the mask. Only in their final hours, a person can show who they really are.
Or when you find out without them knowing.
I wonder, after wearing such a mask for so long, have I forgotten what I am?
Impossible. While others are immersed in self-gratification, I myself am too busy for such things.
After all, this is what this blog is about, no? My twisted perspective of a twisted world.
Everything is meaningless. Only until you truly observe it will it have meaning, and even that is something you inject. So what do you do when you wake up and realise such a horrid realisation?
When you feel the cold world turn beneath your feet, when you feel the very pulse of such a heartless being, when you find out you really are without a doubt just an insignificant semi-speck in the big portrait?
What if you were hit by such a surge of realisation, that there has been no meaning to your life? That even those you hold close are further away than you think, that your goals constantly advance 10 paces everytime you advance one, that there is no one who will look out for you in your darkest hour.
That all's horrible is only bound to end horribly. Consider this a testimonial to my condition, I am sure some expert will make sense of my ramblings as it is nothing other than the thoughts of someone you'll never see, right?
Fighting the battle for power
Is it our will to deter right from wrong?
or our willingness to continuously push forward?
Or what if its the other way around?
To be driven by an animalistic urge to move forward, until we've advanced this far.
Ironic, no? To have become human by being animalistic.
This however, has nothing to do with the reason I'm here today.
Twice in a week, new fuckin record. whoop-de-fuckin-do.
Isn't it funny, to hide behind a mask everyday?
To let everyone see something different about you, never knowing what hides behind the mask. Only in their final hours, a person can show who they really are.
Or when you find out without them knowing.
I wonder, after wearing such a mask for so long, have I forgotten what I am?
Impossible. While others are immersed in self-gratification, I myself am too busy for such things.
After all, this is what this blog is about, no? My twisted perspective of a twisted world.
Everything is meaningless. Only until you truly observe it will it have meaning, and even that is something you inject. So what do you do when you wake up and realise such a horrid realisation?
When you feel the cold world turn beneath your feet, when you feel the very pulse of such a heartless being, when you find out you really are without a doubt just an insignificant semi-speck in the big portrait?
What if you were hit by such a surge of realisation, that there has been no meaning to your life? That even those you hold close are further away than you think, that your goals constantly advance 10 paces everytime you advance one, that there is no one who will look out for you in your darkest hour.
That all's horrible is only bound to end horribly. Consider this a testimonial to my condition, I am sure some expert will make sense of my ramblings as it is nothing other than the thoughts of someone you'll never see, right?
Fighting the battle for power
Monday, June 15, 2009
15th May: Your Song
Funny thing. I help people . Alot.
I fix people's lives, pull them out of the gutter. Most love stories have an ending cus I intervened at some point. Or at least calmed a person down.
But one funny thing persists:
WHERE THE HECK IS MINE?!
Not to be bratty, but hell, this is my blog. I can write whatever the fuck I want.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of never doing well at anything but failing, I'm sick of being tossed aside the second something good happens, I'm especially sick of never existing. I mean, where the hell did MY life go?
Sure, I'm glad you guys are together, really. But would it kill a guy to have his OWN story once in a while?
I mean seriously, what the fuck?
It's bad enough I can't see you without breaking down, now we're drifting away from friendship, I'm already losing trust in everyone around me
I may be desperate, but hell, it sucks being second fiddle all the time. I deserve for good things to come to me without effort.
Let's face it. I'm the unloved one at the end of the day. Not even a friend will check and reassure me that everything's all right. Frankly, no one cares. If I dissapeared, it would take a week for anyone to realise.
And that's being optimistic.
Stuck in a room, that's all I'll ever be. Even I can tell I'm pissed off, I'm not using my usual long winded monolouges. No.
I don't know what's triggered this. I just *poof*. I mean, just a LITTLE time in the limelight wouldn't be so bad, right?
Fighting the battle for power
I fix people's lives, pull them out of the gutter. Most love stories have an ending cus I intervened at some point. Or at least calmed a person down.
But one funny thing persists:
WHERE THE HECK IS MINE?!
Not to be bratty, but hell, this is my blog. I can write whatever the fuck I want.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of never doing well at anything but failing, I'm sick of being tossed aside the second something good happens, I'm especially sick of never existing. I mean, where the hell did MY life go?
Sure, I'm glad you guys are together, really. But would it kill a guy to have his OWN story once in a while?
I mean seriously, what the fuck?
It's bad enough I can't see you without breaking down, now we're drifting away from friendship, I'm already losing trust in everyone around me
I may be desperate, but hell, it sucks being second fiddle all the time. I deserve for good things to come to me without effort.
Let's face it. I'm the unloved one at the end of the day. Not even a friend will check and reassure me that everything's all right. Frankly, no one cares. If I dissapeared, it would take a week for anyone to realise.
And that's being optimistic.
Stuck in a room, that's all I'll ever be. Even I can tell I'm pissed off, I'm not using my usual long winded monolouges. No.
I don't know what's triggered this. I just *poof*. I mean, just a LITTLE time in the limelight wouldn't be so bad, right?
Fighting the battle for power
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