[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]"[/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that [/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]nightmares"[/font]
Its over. I'm lost. Damaged beyond repair.
Even in dreams, the dreams where I'm supposed to escape this wretched reality, the despicable reality that is my life contines to haunt me.
There is no escape.
Anyone who I've ever shown any interest in has blatantly, flatly refused to reciprocate. Oh it might at times have been dressed up in the niceties of friendship, but the underlying meaning is the same:
I am subhuman trash not worth their time of day
You would think that in dreams I could be the alpha chad and live for once as a king.
No.
The dreams are bad. Oh so bad.
I wake up feeling that painful lash of rejection, the brief but sweet illusion that maybe because it was just a dream it'll be ok. But then the deep ache in my heart as my brain, fully awake, realises that this dream was merely a reflection of the reality I find myself in.
I am subhuman trash in my own dreams. It's over.
Why should I bother existing? Why, when even my body knows it's a failure, and will never achieve it's purpose; to reproduce with a member of the opposite sex.
What purpose is there otherwise? When it all comes down to it, why should we suffer through this mindless reality, full of vapidity, shallowness and devoid of meaning?
Why should we be a slave to this repulsive thing called 'life?'
Take your fate into your own hands, just as i will. This is one thing that they cannot take from us.
The choice.
Its over. I'm lost. Damaged beyond repair.
Even in dreams, the dreams where I'm supposed to escape this wretched reality, the despicable reality that is my life contines to haunt me.
There is no escape.
Anyone who I've ever shown any interest in has blatantly, flatly refused to reciprocate. Oh it might at times have been dressed up in the niceties of friendship, but the underlying meaning is the same:
I am subhuman trash not worth their time of day
You would think that in dreams I could be the alpha chad and live for once as a king.
No.
The dreams are bad. Oh so bad.
I wake up feeling that painful lash of rejection, the brief but sweet illusion that maybe because it was just a dream it'll be ok. But then the deep ache in my heart as my brain, fully awake, realises that this dream was merely a reflection of the reality I find myself in.
I am subhuman trash in my own dreams. It's over.
Why should I bother existing? Why, when even my body knows it's a failure, and will never achieve it's purpose; to reproduce with a member of the opposite sex.
What purpose is there otherwise? When it all comes down to it, why should we suffer through this mindless reality, full of vapidity, shallowness and devoid of meaning?
Why should we be a slave to this repulsive thing called 'life?'
Take your fate into your own hands, just as i will. This is one thing that they cannot take from us.
The choice.
