Wednesday, November 08, 2006
@7:55 AM
as i stare out the window, i question.
what was it all for?
the anger, the harsh, cutting words, the attempts at mind twisting.
it was all so pointless.
i'm so tired of it all.
all my life, doing things i regret... knowing there's no way i can go back and change it.
maybe i'm just an ass and don't even realise it.
maybe i hurt people by being an ass.
maybe i shouldn't even be typing this.
maybe i should have been cast into oblivion from the start.
i'm starting to wonder if i had ever brought true happiness to anyone.
or whether the happiness had only been acheived with relief at my turned back.
there's too many maybes.
too many questions.
right now, i want to know if anyone hates me.
i think alot of them do.
too many questions.
no answers.
some talk about pain, dillemmas.
yet in their words i hear hidden malice.
maybe it's all a conspiracy.
maybe.
maybe.
