Everything is just completely fucked up isn't it? I trust no one and I'm crying myself to sleep every night, nothing every really get's better and the scars might fade but I can still feel them, I stare at myself in the mirror and in my eyes a thousand demons look back at me and I just want to rip my face off, blind my eyes and cut this all out of me but I can't because it's been there for so long IT IS ME. Pleasure is a passing thing that lasts bare seconds in the ever growing eternity that my life seems to be, this world long ceased holding any fascination over me and it has lost it's wonder, beauty is no longer beautiful nor pleasing to these eyes as I have seen the beast that lies beneath, the corruption and the greed, the drive for nothing more than it's own pleasure, I would deafen myself to silence it's voice, I would blind myself to obscure it's taint but in the end it mocks me and in doing so mocks my very life, the very core of all that I stand for and ironically enough you're all a part of it, so really what's the point? I'll never connect with anything or anyone, I'm am complex to the point of madness and as such I cannot explain myself anymore than I can explain the meaning of life, my understanding deviates little further than this; God is dead or he laughs at us, you may laugh back in vain, you may laugh along in madness or you may ignore him and appear noble in such an action but in the end, he wins and always shall, he has had his joke and it long passed being humorous. As the seemingly prominent race on this world, who are we to shrug off our duty? To those not possessed of faith in a god, surely we are the highest being and as such should be the judges of ourselves and yet we are not! No one dares be the judge of man so I condemn you all for you cowardice, and shall say it now; I judge us guilty, every single one of us, we have come to accept the cruelty of the world and as such have committed the most heinous of crimes, we have made commonplace the existence of evil oh no you cry! You abhor it but you tolerate it! I say to you now that in allowing evil a place you have not only accepted it but made it a part of you, we have fallen further than belief can allow. But of course I see the futility of this, you will probably ignore this or call me a mad man, a sad case and maybe you are right, But maybe I'm right and the thought is too horrifying comprehension, one day like the rest of this race, I will be so much dust in the wind, sooner rather than later perhaps but despite my anger, I am alone and that makes me wrong. So please, someone wiser than me, tell me what the point is?