This feeling. . .

They don’t listen, read, or think. Nothing i can do about that. They seem to lack the freedom of thought, required to be able to understand.

It’s like talking into a void. No one here. The isolation sucks.

No one gives a shit. Sick world. Really.

Want a new system, that works like it should. That will be a good day.

No one to talk with about this shit. Not a friend in this world. No one to spend time with me. Fake people suck. Nothing i can do about this shit.

bored. The living death. damn zombie shit. It’s sick. They call it living. I call it a living death. It’s really not living. It’s nothing more than an existence.

That said, they like it that way. twisted.

I’m not sure how they live. Or live with themselves. I don’t know.

No one to talk with about this. They don’t listen, read, or think.

I have reason to believe they don’t actually understand. It would be useless to argue with them. They are too stupid, to understand the argument.

Feeling like, something here has to change. damn it. Waiting for the miracle to happen. Something should have changed by now.

Not sure when things will change. Want change. Need change.

No one here, gives a shit. twisted.

No one to talk with about this. Want love in my life. Want peace with them. Feeling like, damn it. the way things are. Not feeling loved here.

As a matter of a fact, i feel downright hated. It’s a sick world. They don’t want me, for me. They want a puppet, and a warm sack of shit.

Feeling like, if they loved me, for me. It would make it better.

No one to talk with about these things. damn it. Want love in my life.

Feeling like, the way things are. Nothing going on. Sad about this shit.

Something here, has to change. Not a friend in this world. shit.