soul burning. what is it with life and its unbearable ways? it's just a hoax, a mere mirage of uncertainties and false judgements. where do we go? where do we go from here?

i envision a plane, a plane of existence: where all can demonstrate a peace of individuality and accentuated personalities. i envision a steam of charimatic joy that rocks my internal strength. i envision a global bliss of smudged and undefined futures. yet all will see, the serenity of it all.

i am obviously out of my mind. i am beginning to put ramble words together. i am so confused with everything around me. do you feel the same way? it's as if i don't know where i'm heading, or what's happening to me. i am utterly devastated and confused with what's happening in the world. i am not that angry now, nor suicidal. just confused.

'cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion' - tool, schism
-> shant this be the holiest, most sacred description of the reality we face in this shack of pretense we so-call the world? of course it is. i've never read anything like it'
this was a product of my scribbling during computer/html class at school. one of the best scribbles i've written in my entire life... and i'm boring you with the line. but that line by maynard james keenan is haunting. becoz it is true.

i am so not sure of what to place here anymore. okay stop the rambling. this is indeed my suicidal site. the links below are my suicidal pages. i make these when i'm on the verge of cutting my head. the corresponding dates apply to them. that is all i have to say actually.

fuck life, fuck you-- fuck the whole world even. i love pot. i love weed.

:: the suicidal sites ::
fuck milk+ 03.20.01
would you sing? 05.18.01
rejection. 09.15.01
eternal damnation. 04.26.01
sodden. 11.01.01
pilatus. 05.19.01

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