:: Friday, June 14, 2002 ::

Here's something to remember: Whenever you do something that is misunderstood by someone, you can try to explain what it is you are trying to do. The other person(s) may tell that they understand thanks to your explanation, however, the truth is, they still believe you are motivated by whatever their ideas were about why you were doing it. So what's the point?
:: < Tortured > 3:05 AM [+] ::
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The most annoying things are the obstacles of which you can’t control. It’s out of your hands. It’s not yours to fix. Sort of like people’s minds. Lost in the oblique purposes of hidden agenda. You can’t have your cake and eat it too, you can’t take it with you, and you can’t do anything at all. I’ve come to realize that the majority of people don’t want to control their own minds, or have their own ideas. Thinking is too exhausting, easier to ride along with the flow. From the distance, watching the ever-expanding head, waiting silently for it to burst. Sometimes I wish I had a needle.
:: < Tortured > 1:43 AM [+] ::
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i can feel it in the air, the change of the atmosphere. wanted to help. spoke too soon, and left standing the fool. stupid me, i did this before, and here i am again. when am i going to figure out that people don't care, even if they say they do? nobody believes in anything anymore. selfish yet insecure, they're a dangerous combination. i'll keep an eye out for the door. if i find it, i'll walk away for good.
:: < Tortured > 4:26 PM [+] ::
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sometimes, it's probably a good idea to break things. running in circles, looking off in the distance. as usual people wearing masks, stumble about, crowd in herds. sheep. they learn habits, they fall into routines, they don't know any better. they wear ruts into the ground, and they eat all the grass. i want to cut you up, and smash your dreams, i want to force you to see the sun. so they could take him down, they're just afraid. they could fuck him up. but they're scared. and when he feeds them stale bread, they forget all about it. stupid sheep, wander into the road, caught in the headlights. splat, laughing, have some more stale bread stupid sheep. i watch him fool the sheep, again and again. i was going to lead them to a clean pond, but why bother? they apparently like the stale bread and muddy water. fuck it.

:: < Tortured > 6:05 AM [+] ::
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