there are so many things in this fucking world that i dont know. sometimes, i just want to stop thinking. everybody is a deep thinker. we all dont know what we're doing and why we're here in the first place. but we keep on living and living, because dying, unfortunately is such a waste of time.
what comes after that? heaven? hell? purgatory? earth? or another life? no one really knows. no one knows too if there really is something after that.
it's just so stupid. everything is. im becoming some king of melodramatic cynic. and that's an oxymoron, but its real and it applies to no one else but myself.
there are so much shallower and more interesting things to write.
how could you love so deeply and hate so fiercly all at the same time. the deeper your love grows, the more you loath and despise. the more you learn, the more you want to unlearn. and when you have it, you barely want it anymore. it's so hard to keep. four years, five? some more than three years. it all expires in half a decade. it fades.
i love you. all of you. but i dont know whats happening. losing grip (isnt that a song?).
come back. please.
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
