and none of my friends can tell
That I'm reaching out and getting nothing
This is just a story of a broken soul"
.....this is all together to true. I'm living in a dream world without a dream and all I wanna do is scream out, break through the fourth wall and find some fucking meaning in all this. I'm so far beyond sick & tired of the same old shit it's maddening. The only distraction from the ever constant droning of senseless numbing are the intermittent waves of sadness & pain with a hefty side of depression. It's kinda funny though how underneath it all there's
the persistant little question that just refuses not to be aske, in case you give a shit, the lovely question in question happens to
be "What's the point?" anything you accomplish, doesn't mean shit. It doesn't matter if your fucking President or CEO of some
fortune 500 company, if your some big shot fucking athelete or musician it just doesn't fucking matter. If you died today,
everybody would cry but a year from now only a few will ever remeber the day, a year or two from then and even the most
loyal forget and it just gets progressively worse the more time passes. Bottom line? it doesn't matter who you are or what you
do, your gonna end up rotting in the ground all alone and hollow, dying in enternity anyway.
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