What is a life? How do you fight the fact that the only real truth that exist is the fact that there is no point to anything. No REAL point. A de facto result of that is that if you belong to a minority, your thruths are wrong. You do of course know that you are right but it doesn't matter because winners write history. The winners decide what is true. Vae Victis, as it was once said. Woe to the vanquished.
I hate this world and I hate it's rules and I hate the fact that we are just one step away from being apes with sharpened sticks. I would actually prefer if we still were nothing but clever beasts to this... This strange existence where we do not understand what we are.
I feel so utterly alone so often. Alone in a universe that exists for no reason att all, alone in a universe that doesn't care. Alone in a world that cares as long as it doesn't have to pay anything. To quote Frank Castle: ''it works right up until the point that it doesn't.''
Sometimes I just want to take this so far that I am totally abandoned. It would prove me right, if nothing else. And it would be some sort of fucked up vengeance.
Sometimes you just wish for the blue pill, don't you? Blue and alone. Utterly and bitterly.
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