The trend. The simple misplaced dedication by segments of the population; allegiance to an ideal they do not understand.
i hate trends.
"you think its beautiful that you suffer; that there is some poetic value to your misery."
I am suffering. i know my own misery. it is in no way a thing of beauty. i don't want to be mired in this rut any longer. i wish to somehow escape this place.
... The trendy thing to do would be to talk about death.
I hate trends.
No, There is no poetry in my misfortune.
I choose to look forward to a time when this trouble ends. i celebrate life and its opportunities.
Tomorrow is beautiful, even if today is ASS.
i hate trends.
"you think its beautiful that you suffer; that there is some poetic value to your misery."
I am suffering. i know my own misery. it is in no way a thing of beauty. i don't want to be mired in this rut any longer. i wish to somehow escape this place.
... The trendy thing to do would be to talk about death.
I hate trends.
No, There is no poetry in my misfortune.
I choose to look forward to a time when this trouble ends. i celebrate life and its opportunities.
Tomorrow is beautiful, even if today is ASS.
dekansilent:
now that's deep