They tell me I'm on a journey. These people who look inside.
It must be one epic journey. Some adventure. They call it life. Fuck that. I call it fighting for existence.
I would invite you in if not for the fear of how you judge. Will you tell me how to live my life? Because it's possible I may listen...
It must look quite incredible. Unbelievable even.
But then perhaps I'm just delusional and vain? To think my existence could be any more interesting then someone elses. More interesting then yours even?
Forgive my words tonight for they have been suffering from writers block for quite some time now. I never usually post my non-sensical (yay for making up words... wait I think that is a word..?) rants here. They just get written, thought about, deleted and then forgotten.
Alot of shit is gunna happen when pigs learn how to fly. Thats for sure.
I was dancing upon clouds yesterday when I realised that I forgot my sense of direction. Have you ever forgotten which way is up and which way is down? Similiar to being dumped in the surf by a wave and frantically trying to surface for air only to paddle straight into the ground. I have a habit of that you know. Trying to find what I need and then driving myself to the exact opposite and into the ground.
Purpose. I'm trying to find one. I often keep finding that im useless though.
Well goodnight.
Oh, and Sorry.
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