Sometimes I wonder, “what if I was smarter? What if I was more charming? More good-looking? more kind? What if I was a better?”
And then I realized, that I’m just a shitty man, who likes to write, trying to survive each day.
I stumble in a world, that’s not of my own. A world full of hatred and cynicism, a world governed on greed, and self-indulgences. As I sit here in utter-disbelief as the world consumes me…As the lies begin to flow like rivers in a stream, Trying to keep stable. Trying to keep still. Trying to keep my head above water. Floating on a bed of lies and self-loathing.
I slipped into the ravishing waters, as the waters sucked me deeper into its depths. And there I lay motionless, trying to keep my breath, trying to think of why I’m here. But then something hit me, it was like pure clarity.
I closed my eyes and fell.
Hate is strict dead, and lethal.
It’s unkind, and just.
It can keep you alive,
Hate can Kill you.
As it did me.
I stand in an isle of my overwhelming sanity. The constant pressure of the world. All the “double thinking” all the things that I feel—constricts me of all the air, suffocating me. I’m afraid of all the uncertainties. I’m afraid of the future.
I’m afraid of myself.
Fuck yeah! After making Saren my bitch, I have now completed Mass Effect. I felt a little guilty for letting the Council die, but those disbelieving morons deserved it. Now it’s off to start
the Miranda Lawson Appreciation ExperienceMass Effect 2.
Mass Effect 2 has a shocking surprise.