meaningless;
that all of it was just chasing the wind.
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i've been reading the book of Ecclesiastes.
it's quite pessimistic sounding actually, but it's really true.
maybe it's because i want to be included.
maybe because i'm jealous.
maybe it's because i'm tired of feeling depressed.
maybe they just dont care.
i've been having all these moodshifts lately. it's like one moment i'll be happy then the next moment i get all pessimistic and emo.
there's all these voices in my head, bad voices, and i shouldnt be listening to them.
but in the end i usally agree in my heart with them, no matter how incredible they are.
giving little suggestions like how my 'friends' are getting replacements.
or statements like "they dont understand."
all negative, it's all unhealthy.
but it's just like how people still drink beer and get drunk even though they know it's bad for them.
why do people always do what is bad for themselves even if they know it's harmful?
why is the unhealthy habits the ones that are the hardest to kick?
why dont we ever get used to the fact that the world is just a sad unfair place to be?
and life had always sucked,
but why cant i ever get used to that fact?
sometimes i wonder why i was even born.
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Fumbling his confidence And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments And failed attempts to fly, fly We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Dreaming about Providence And whether mice or men have second tries Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life...