Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Utopia: Brief introduction.
Utopia: Brief introduction.: I never quite understood why people are so weird. I always used to think there was some problem with the way their childhood was different ...
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Brief introduction.
I never quite understood why people are so weird. I always used to think there was some problem with the way their childhood was different than mine or maybe they pretend to fake it.It doesn't take much to fake it, just needs some polishing.
I never understood why it was so hard for me to make friends or maybe i cared less. A person simply cannot achieve everything in life can he? Its like one day you wake and you are no longer there as if time went so fast and no one was there to stop it.
People often talk about suicide much or maybe I am the only one who have friends like these.Why does a person want to die? Its like giving up something so beautiful in order to vanish from the face of this god damn world. I really dont want to die, not yet. I want to look up at the angel of death and tell him i didn't lose my soul as a loser.
I hope i do something so worth it like people talk about it and praise me for my honesty and excellency. I am not the type of a guy who needs people approval or maybe I am. I really dont care but I sure hell do know this for a fact that I cant take no for an answer.This world has so much to offer , i wish more people knew this.
Writing helps me think, it makes me want to think more and more till some feminine specie comes out of somewhere and blow my mind away in order for me to calm down.
Sometimes I think I really dont want to calm down and keep on working in a different way to become what people would refer to me as extraordinary.
I really cant do things I hate, i have tried and failed. Its like either I can do it or I cant. I opted law for money couldn't do it , then choose economics couldn't do it either. I was told during my college days i would become a excellent actor and possess great writing skills. I really dont know about either one since both of them are different and have tried none of them. Its like i cant imagine myself working around a group of baboons who really hate the sight of each other yet they see each other everyday.
I wish i knew what i want to be , maybe then i would stop.
I never understood why it was so hard for me to make friends or maybe i cared less. A person simply cannot achieve everything in life can he? Its like one day you wake and you are no longer there as if time went so fast and no one was there to stop it.
People often talk about suicide much or maybe I am the only one who have friends like these.Why does a person want to die? Its like giving up something so beautiful in order to vanish from the face of this god damn world. I really dont want to die, not yet. I want to look up at the angel of death and tell him i didn't lose my soul as a loser.
I hope i do something so worth it like people talk about it and praise me for my honesty and excellency. I am not the type of a guy who needs people approval or maybe I am. I really dont care but I sure hell do know this for a fact that I cant take no for an answer.This world has so much to offer , i wish more people knew this.
Writing helps me think, it makes me want to think more and more till some feminine specie comes out of somewhere and blow my mind away in order for me to calm down.
Sometimes I think I really dont want to calm down and keep on working in a different way to become what people would refer to me as extraordinary.
I really cant do things I hate, i have tried and failed. Its like either I can do it or I cant. I opted law for money couldn't do it , then choose economics couldn't do it either. I was told during my college days i would become a excellent actor and possess great writing skills. I really dont know about either one since both of them are different and have tried none of them. Its like i cant imagine myself working around a group of baboons who really hate the sight of each other yet they see each other everyday.
I wish i knew what i want to be , maybe then i would stop.
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