i should be hanged

all alone in this world. nobody wants to speak to you. nobody wants to talk to you. what are you? what are you? what have you become? your angst has comsumed you, it has burned the human out of you. What have you done? Why cant you be like the rest of the world, content with their lives, living it out aimlessly, yet happily? why can't you just speak like the rest of the world, join into their gossip, their bullshit, their conversation Why must you become the introvert that doesnt do anything at home but sit infront of the computer, hoping some poor bastard would want to chat with you? Well, wake up. Wake up you shit head. Its not gonna happen. You are just one loser in this world with nothing to do, nothing to achieve, nothing to obtain. you are nothing, and the world is everything, everything you can't even see, let alone touch.

Dear death, why cant you just take me home with you? Why must you let me see all this emotions, emotions that have no origin. Why must you put me through angst, knowing full well that i cannot handle too much of it? Why must i be tortured with all this...feelings? Why must i be kept all alone in this world?

Nobody cares about you. Nobody wants to know you.

The world can live without you.

Believe it.

Justin ranted at 9:49:00 pm on the
31 October 2004
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