Unfortunately today will soon end and I will have accomplished nothing. I have achieved no goals and haven't even made goals to attempt achieving. In a world where goals are about money and luxury rather than accomplishments and self contentment. How then are we to be happy with things we can't obtain? Where now shall we go? Buy our own grave, bury our own souls for what? A nice car? Perfect house? And designer jeans? Never having a smile on our face for more than 3 minutes.

Yes...once again the wind blows through the trees, rustling the leaves and forcing the branches to sway. I watch the clouds follow suit and wonder why I can't do the same.

When the dead are gone then new will come and we will always remember yesterday but forget right now.

Alone but not lonely, that would imply desperation, weakness. You need them but I do not. Nietzsche's Ubermench will prevail, for I am becoming just that apart from the demands of society. You need me but I need not you. You want my strength but don't want to return it. I ask nothing of you and will soon stop giving to you. No freindship here exists only abuse. Stop pretending quit hiding, man up and tell the truth you worthless coward. You are nothing and you know that but are afraid of admitting it so continue to pretend you are worthwhile. You lonely worthless soul quit pretending, you don't exist and the reality you have created for yourself is bullshit, pure bullshit. Just because you believe it doesn't make it true. Think for yourself and stop borrowing the thoughts of others. You have already died. I will live forever.

The pain of suicide

He was the happiest, yet he chose not to be. I could not find it in myself to cry for him but it hurt so bad my stomach was knotted as though a sailor had tied it. Why did it have to end? And why did he have to end it himself? Is life not already short enough? I still can't cry, but I still hurt. Damn you friend, Damn you.