aenemated

games games games. why must we play games?

all i ever really ask is a little bit of brutal honesty, you know? honesty. is it so difficult? why do people fear being honest? why do people insist on avoiding the issue as opposed to simply stating a conclusive finale?

instead, people play silly fucking games.

ever been disillusioned with life as whole? not so much the 'i can't take the PAIN!' kind of bullshit but more the 'man, this is just lame -- this whole life bit is really bringing me down?' sick of your place, sick of what you have to offer, sick of making an effort?

christ, am i THAT lazy? too lazy to appreciate breathing? am i so grossly desensitized to EVERYTHING that i can no longer be stimulated? what more is there? where else to go? what's the score here, what's next?

this is all nonsence. i'm drunk, angry and rambling. i surrender, like france, but more figuratively. i'm going to bed now. dia, my love, come take all this horror away.