rejection is evil. murder is rampant. turmoil is casual. and hate is a regular passenger.
happiness is never an issue. coating you is a shield of ignorance that defies your moral.

i hate the world and its bullshit. i wonder why life never runs out of them. fuck the world and its fucking enterprise-- its fuckin masses, its fuckin schism. i hate the world, i hate god, i hate my life and the way i have to live it. i hate the way the world turns its back on me. i hate the reality i have to face every single second of every single minute of every single hour of every single day. i hate your goddamn nature, i hate your goddamn lies.

my anger has taken over me. i'm fed up and i'm on the verge of quitting. i am so sick and tired of dealing with the same shit adding up as time passes. i don't wanna live. i don't wanna see the sun rise, nor the sun set. i don't want to see the stars at night.. nor do i wanna see anything- coz it means nothing. beauty will soon be extinct when you realize how fucked up this world is.

i am young, bursting with energy, youthful- yet wasted. what is the reason of my existence? 14 years is short, but long enough to edify my distorted view of life. how i wish i was never born, wish i'd come back right from the hole where i came from, and into a timely birth of non-existence. if i were meant to hate this life so much, why would i have been placed here?

life is stupid. the things they teach are false. whom are we to believe? i don't like believing in things that don't make sense, and i don't want to be fooled. i don't like eating shit because it's just not good. i admit i am confused, dratted, and simply vexed-- my mind has been irreversibly flipped, and everything now is almost clear to me.

i hate myself. i am worthless. fuck my creator. the almighty who gave me this blessed life i have to live. i don't get his point when he created man with varying degrees of gifts and potential. i don't get the point in making the world too complex to be lived by those who are weak like me. maybe he takes pride, maybe he enjoys seeing people in pain. i wouldn't know. but as far as my hatred is contained, it's a fuss, i wouldn't really want to fuck with, but i end up doing so.

i had been rejected once more. there is no point in living. i have been cheated, fooled. what do you want me to do? what do you want me to be? what the fuck am i supposed to do now. i am lost. i have questions unanswered-- and also doubts circling around my head.

where is utopia? or maybe it never did exist, or maybe it simply doesn't. i am blind, i confess. i am miserable.
i am rejected- murder is rampant. and the assasination of my character has already passed.

contact the dope?
andrea liamzon : tasuki_shinta@lycos.com : icq: 15306651

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