Sensations of relinquishment as the current of life pulls a tiny carcass under into the dark water.

Facing every challenge with a preconceived notion of failure. Failure because there is nothing that inflicts real feeling in a sea of grey indifference. Stare at everything in deep apathy. It’s all a lie. It’s all false. What is considered to be proper is poison. Proper, legal poison. Sanctioned, labeled, and identified.

What we have is stupid. It is a collection of ideas, items, and metaphors that dictate every single action. What does this look like?  Take a look at your blessings. Do they matter? No. It is all futile. Participate, or be exiled. Assimilate.

I hate my life. Every second of it. I’ve tried to feel different. Say different. But I hate it. More specifically, I hate living my life. Waking up in the morning is the worst part of my day because I am conscious once more. After waking, all I can think about is not being here.

Dreams are corrosive. They linger and destroy everything else that exists in an individual’s path. Dreams will fail because you will fail. Dreams are ignorant. Dreams die, just like hope. Love. Joy. It all dies, and we are expected to live in spite of it. Live. What a cruel word.

Only a in a world like this can we use such an inaccurate word as “live.” Humans don’t live, we excrete. The lives we have are short and pathetic, filled with nothing in between birth and death. Happiness an illusion, fabricated by a mind unwilling to die. There is no “living” anymore. People merely exist, and wait to be shoved on to the next retarded thing that they deem overly important.

Live. Life. These words are vile. The two shouldn’t even be in the same sentence, let along have a similar meaning. You can’t live life anymore! Are you insane? One can only have a life. Living comes when you’re dead.

Words are vile in general. Especially when used in lies, like “I’ll always be there for you.” That’s an impossibility, and not even on the tangible side. I hate this phrase. I hate it because it is an inherit lie. Even when I say it, I know it’s a lie.

They will all abandon sooner or later. They forget about what has been done, said, or bestowed. “What do I do? ~ I don’t know.” “I feel so helpless!” ~ “I’m sorry.” “I need your help!” ~ “You must believe in yourself!”

If that is the case, at least have the courtesy  of telling me you have no intention of paying attention. But then again, what’s wasted time but air and frustration? I don’t know. Right? The universal answer to every question ever asked by a desperate person to an idiot? “I DON’T KNOW.”

Of course you don’t know. But you offered help anyway. Help that you weren’t ready to give or understand, but you did it anyway. Don’t ask stupid questions. Don’t say stupid answers. Just don’t say. Be fucking silent because I am certain you have nothing useful to say.

I am tired of listening to people “just trying to help” because THEY DON’T HELP. In fact, in the most turbulent times of my life, I would turn to others and find their help lacking and disinterested. Here’s the part where I insert something inspirational, right? To keep things light? No. There is no light here. No help. No love. There is only apathy and ignorance, the true National Anthem. Hell, make it a Global Anthem, it still applies for fuck’s sake.

I am waiting to die.