The world as you know it.

We are born, we live, we mate, and we die. I've never really given much thought to the whole process. if that's all there is to this, then is there a point to even trying? people judge us everyday for the way we look, talk, smell, etc. are we born for nothing more than 80 years of scrutiny, and 15 minutes of procreation followed by a carbon copy of yourself? the lifestyle we have, tells us how t eat, how to drink, how to think. men in suits encourage us to get a job that we don't want, to buy shit we don't need. "Friends" are just the illusion of importance, given to you by someone who, deep down, could not really care less about you and the way you feel, think or act. as long as you suit the image they want for themselves, its all irrelevant (on a brighter note, i seem to have found an exception to the rule).


In the end we are supposed to have divine salvation. heh. it would'nt have to be THAT great to still be a whole lot better than this place. when shit hits the fan, the only person you can really rely on is yourself. not the smirking shadows surrounding you. not the people you once called mum, and dad. not thos people that said they would always be there for you, then left without a word. and not the people who said they would spend the rest of their lives with you. it's all irrelevant, in the end. And the beginning too, it just takes people longer to figure it out. being a cynic means being safe, in todays society. not trusting anyone, means you get let down a whole lot less.

So why even bother?