I am loosing all desire for everything. I really do hate this cold, impersonal, impulsive and selfish world I live in. If only the goddamn monkeys had the hearts to care, the blood to bleed for their actions sooner. But it doesn’t matter. Because all will return to the earth as it was. And I will be one with everything around me as the dust I wish to be. Nobody will remember me and It would be as if I never existed if not this supposed ‘ever-lasting’ cyberspace preserves my being. I don’t think I need this physical body much longer. I just need to serve my purpose, my goal, then I’ll be off away from this choking pain that surrounds me, in my thoughts, my dreams and my sight.. Or maybe after time serves its course, I’ll be humming a different tune? There is no telling my future disposition now, that’s for sure. If so, I hope I grow a shield to defend myself against this horde of mindless, senseless opposing negative life that resides in the vessels of many others in society. I hope the human race begins to realize it’s idiocy and unnecessary manner of forced will upon others as well as many other things I will not list… So that I could find a way to deal with this journey of life I have ahead of me and not dampen the torch, still in it’s holster, old enough to realize the true great darkness around him. Only time will tell for me.

Call me a little self-destructive and a little suicidal. There’s more to do. Now wait, there’s more to do!

Now if things don’t turn out, I promise, I’ll see you on the other side.

I hate them all. I hate them all. I hate myself for hating them