True Things
Sometimes, I can't help but wonder what's the point. I mean why do we bother with going to school, finding a job and whatever when in the end, we're all gonna die, rendering all our "accomlishments" pointless. How significant can anyone feel in a world of infinity? We're all doomed to begin with one way or another, so what's the point? Maybe it is the human condition to lie and hurt one another. There's just so much of that going around lately, y0u'd think it's a disease. Pfft.. as if that isn't enough, throw in the prospect of losing a loved one and you'd have yourself a perfect week. I don't know what to think anymore. Try as I might, I just can't seem to push it asside and pretend that nothing's wrong. Think I've long pass the notion that things will never be normal again, so I guess it's hard to go back (=____=;)
"Dreams are so damn perfect, but reality just tugs the other way. You're cursed when you realize true things because then you can't act with the full confidence of dumbness anymore."
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