14/08/2011, 02:32 AM
Sometimes I find myself lying there at night, thinking about the world in all it's wonder. I think about the future and where I fit into it, and I find I don't fit into it. I don't want to fit into it.
I look at the world and everyone is the same. Nobody is individual. There are rules and standards set by our society and everyone just seems to sit there and follow. I will never be able to dress how I want, and I will never be able to be who I want. Not while being accepted as an employee of any place I know and being able to sustain myself.
And when I think that I could go to work, and dress how I wanted in my free time or at home, I see no point. Anything that doesn't seem integrated into my daily routine seems menial and worthless. As a kid it seemed fun, but now as an adult it seems like anything without a purpose is simply retarded...
A long time ago as a kid I loved to build things, and always thought that I would be a mechanical engineer. I loved to build spoon and that's what a mechanical engineer does... but now I sit and think and I wonder why I want to be an engineer. I wonder what I want to be, or why I want to be anything. I consider video games I've played, and jobs or roles that I think would be great but in the end I realize these types of jobs don't exist.
Maybe I should just suck it up like everyone else, maybe I should just end my life and save myself the time. Maybe I'm just a lazy loser who wants to be selfish and refuses to work with the system. I don't know...
When I lie here and think sometimes, I wonder why I'm alive, and wonder more importantly why I'm not dead.
But when I go to talk to people about it, it's like everyone seems fine and I realize I'm alive, and I'm stupid for thinking such things. I'm still here, I'm still living, why worry about it. Someone will make a joke and I'll laugh about it, or if I'm not talking to people I'll occupy myself with other things. I'll be playing a video game or something.
In the end, I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
I don't know if anyone reading this cares (even if you pretend to care, thank you for at least putting on the mask)
I don't think I should be left alone to think.
I live my life as a puppet wearing all the right masks at all the right times.
When I think of who I really want to be and think of trying to be it, I become scared of what society will think... (or wonder why I would bother trying to be that in the first place)
^ I feel trapped
^ I feel depressed and look for an escape
^ I consider suicide...
(I think)
I can't change the world (can I?, and I copping out and being a coward?)
The whole world can't be broken, I must be dysfunctional (logic certainly applies here... nobody else is having this problem. Everyone else seems fine with the world, why do I want to change it. Why do I hate it... I just find it so boring, I just can't stand it)
I don't know what to think anymore
or what to type anymore
I don't know if I feel better
I don't know if I feel worse
No false god will save me, I do not believe in such things and the ignorance he provides will not save me
I don't believe in drugs or alcohol, I refuse to use substances of any kind
I don't even enjoy parties because I find large groups of people obnoxious annoying and meaningless
I think the only choice I have to deal with life is to drown out my thoughts with menial behavior such as video games and just not think about it...
that's all I can think to type...
I understand nobody has to care
especially about someone who is probably such a lazy, loser like myself
but I'm rather curious if anyone else, has or does feel this way...
I look at the world and everyone is the same. Nobody is individual. There are rules and standards set by our society and everyone just seems to sit there and follow. I will never be able to dress how I want, and I will never be able to be who I want. Not while being accepted as an employee of any place I know and being able to sustain myself.
And when I think that I could go to work, and dress how I wanted in my free time or at home, I see no point. Anything that doesn't seem integrated into my daily routine seems menial and worthless. As a kid it seemed fun, but now as an adult it seems like anything without a purpose is simply retarded...
A long time ago as a kid I loved to build things, and always thought that I would be a mechanical engineer. I loved to build spoon and that's what a mechanical engineer does... but now I sit and think and I wonder why I want to be an engineer. I wonder what I want to be, or why I want to be anything. I consider video games I've played, and jobs or roles that I think would be great but in the end I realize these types of jobs don't exist.
Maybe I should just suck it up like everyone else, maybe I should just end my life and save myself the time. Maybe I'm just a lazy loser who wants to be selfish and refuses to work with the system. I don't know...
When I lie here and think sometimes, I wonder why I'm alive, and wonder more importantly why I'm not dead.
But when I go to talk to people about it, it's like everyone seems fine and I realize I'm alive, and I'm stupid for thinking such things. I'm still here, I'm still living, why worry about it. Someone will make a joke and I'll laugh about it, or if I'm not talking to people I'll occupy myself with other things. I'll be playing a video game or something.
In the end, I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
I don't know if anyone reading this cares (even if you pretend to care, thank you for at least putting on the mask)
I don't think I should be left alone to think.
I live my life as a puppet wearing all the right masks at all the right times.
When I think of who I really want to be and think of trying to be it, I become scared of what society will think... (or wonder why I would bother trying to be that in the first place)
^ I feel trapped
^ I feel depressed and look for an escape
^ I consider suicide...
(I think)
I can't change the world (can I?, and I copping out and being a coward?)
The whole world can't be broken, I must be dysfunctional (logic certainly applies here... nobody else is having this problem. Everyone else seems fine with the world, why do I want to change it. Why do I hate it... I just find it so boring, I just can't stand it)
I don't know what to think anymore
or what to type anymore
I don't know if I feel better
I don't know if I feel worse

No false god will save me, I do not believe in such things and the ignorance he provides will not save me
I don't believe in drugs or alcohol, I refuse to use substances of any kind
I don't even enjoy parties because I find large groups of people obnoxious annoying and meaningless
I think the only choice I have to deal with life is to drown out my thoughts with menial behavior such as video games and just not think about it...
that's all I can think to type...
I understand nobody has to care
especially about someone who is probably such a lazy, loser like myself
but I'm rather curious if anyone else, has or does feel this way...