Life in the city h.
Living in a small town and seeing nothing but hopeless violence and slavery, it is impossible not to think about escape.
As soon as you find yourself in the center of the turmoil you understand what it means to hate, all these people running somewhere, to work, home, to a meeting, they all need something, but not you.
You stand in the center of the crowd and feel only loneliness, you are not in a hurry, because you have no place, you are not in a hurry, because no one is waiting for you, you are not in a hurry to spit on you, and even more so.
I hate this life, just because I am pathetic. I am so sorry that I cannot even accept myself, accept this society.
How did something so terrible come into being in me? I do not want to blame my parents, lack of attention or lack of friends for this, I believe that I am just very cowardly for this life, and I hide under a mask of hatred, one day it will kill me ...
At least I hope so.
In the world in which society exists, now you can lose everything, the meaning of life, the meaning of haste, just meaning. But why does everyone keep running, hurrying and hurrying somewhere without any sense in life?
I am not in a hurry and never in a hurry, I just do not hurry. Why rush when you can live your life enjoying sunrises or sunsets.
Probably, I have learned to think so only now, when it is too late, when it is already too late to convey to society, something valuable, something really necessary to people. They have already died inside. A society rotten to the core killed them.
Now the main religion is hatred. Why do people need freedom when they have the deity Haight?
I do not know if I can escape from this place, but I will fight, and even if at the end of this ordeal I am torn to shreds by the haters, it will be a worthy death.
As soon as you find yourself in the center of the turmoil you understand what it means to hate, all these people running somewhere, to work, home, to a meeting, they all need something, but not you.
You stand in the center of the crowd and feel only loneliness, you are not in a hurry, because you have no place, you are not in a hurry, because no one is waiting for you, you are not in a hurry to spit on you, and even more so.
I hate this life, just because I am pathetic. I am so sorry that I cannot even accept myself, accept this society.
How did something so terrible come into being in me? I do not want to blame my parents, lack of attention or lack of friends for this, I believe that I am just very cowardly for this life, and I hide under a mask of hatred, one day it will kill me ...
At least I hope so.
In the world in which society exists, now you can lose everything, the meaning of life, the meaning of haste, just meaning. But why does everyone keep running, hurrying and hurrying somewhere without any sense in life?
I am not in a hurry and never in a hurry, I just do not hurry. Why rush when you can live your life enjoying sunrises or sunsets.
Probably, I have learned to think so only now, when it is too late, when it is already too late to convey to society, something valuable, something really necessary to people. They have already died inside. A society rotten to the core killed them.
Now the main religion is hatred. Why do people need freedom when they have the deity Haight?
I do not know if I can escape from this place, but I will fight, and even if at the end of this ordeal I am torn to shreds by the haters, it will be a worthy death.
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