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i hate all these words that one is faced with. i often wonder why the hell i am the way i am. maybe i've been brought up in the utterly wrong way. no one appreciates the value in me. there's nothing i have that i can offer in exchange for my dreams. it's like poison, this whole lack of self-worth and understanding.
i wish i could just end it all. erase my entire existence and start the world on its course anew. i weep for my parents, knowing that they had lost a child after they had me. i wonder why i was spared instead. i grieve for the opportunity cost of my existence. maybe the world could have had one more scientist, lawyer, a beautiful girl; someone to contribute something to it rather than to act like a worthless parasite. what good is literature to the world? what good is a half-formed mind to literature? how dare i call myself a student of literature when i can't even write a proper essay? who am i, mediocre nobody, struggling to keep up the pretense that i'm actually worth anything.
who set up the stage/conditions/prerequisites for the death of the heart? i wish i didn't have a soul. perhaps i could find greater peace in being a mindless pebble washed by the waves of the sea.
tell me. would you all then be happy?
i wish i could just end it all. erase my entire existence and start the world on its course anew. i weep for my parents, knowing that they had lost a child after they had me. i wonder why i was spared instead. i grieve for the opportunity cost of my existence. maybe the world could have had one more scientist, lawyer, a beautiful girl; someone to contribute something to it rather than to act like a worthless parasite. what good is literature to the world? what good is a half-formed mind to literature? how dare i call myself a student of literature when i can't even write a proper essay? who am i, mediocre nobody, struggling to keep up the pretense that i'm actually worth anything.
who set up the stage/conditions/prerequisites for the death of the heart? i wish i didn't have a soul. perhaps i could find greater peace in being a mindless pebble washed by the waves of the sea.
tell me. would you all then be happy?
posted by Parody at
2:09 AM
6 Comments:
Well, the world might have had another lawyer or scientist. But that might also mean that I'd have one less beautiful friend.
and.. scientifically, if i remember rightly, miscarriages happen because they's something wrong with the baby. like.. baby's already very ill while in womb. so in the struggle of the fittest, it gets eliminated n miscarried. so.. it probably wouldn't have been a lawyer/scientist. maybe gentically ill from birth (if it had somehow managed to come to term)
ANGIE!!!
SO MATTER-OF-FACT!!!
Ok, but seriously darling, we love you the way you are, just like how you love us in spite of our short-comings and out eccentricities too.
*hugs*
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yeah angie, that helps. -.-
but that's why i wuff you. *giggles*
and I LOVE SOO SOOOO TOOO TOOOO
can't you just cave in and adopt a bloody fluff already. *growls*
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