It's funny, ain't it? How you could work your ass of for a goal, try your hardest to be a decent person but no matter what you do, you always end up screwing everything up. "Different" is my goal. Animalistic; to start a wildfire in the hearts of this generation to not conform to the norms of our society. The rebirth of morality and values. The change I desperately need to see.
But funny, ain't it?.. No one ever made a difference by being like everyone else. And the more I try to be different, the more personal internal opposition I face. I'm far from my intended purpose of earth, and in all honesty, I don't know if I'll ever fulfil it.
But funny, ain't it? How the same causes we fight against are the ones we struggle with in the dark. How we can help others but seem unable to help ourselves. How the effort we put into everything and everyone NEVER returns back to us… to me…
Funny ain't it? How the candle light can burn hella bright under a bushel no one will ever see. How the very thing we dread becoming consumes us…. consumes me .
Funny, ain't it? The pills, the knives, the silent cries, the pain that no one will ever detect. But this is exactly what we fought to have, what I fought to have…right?
The farther along I go, the less sense I make. And I find it humorous how no one will read this anyway.
Excuse me, relapse is calling my name