"If you want to know who I am, you're not going to get far by reading what I say.

But if you want to know what I say, and you want to read it, go ahead.

I have been somebody, and I have found nirvana in becoming nobody.
I hear the music in peoples footsteps, and sometimes, that can give me all the presumptions, conclusions and prejudices against or for this person that I need.

You know that guy who can pick up any girl?
I'm him, on crack.

I love people, more than I hate them.
I hate people who are delusionally pessimistic or romantic. They inevitably suffer because of it, and this irritates me.

Do not come to me with your woes.
I am amoral, and disconnected to those who I do not feel compassion for.
This is not something that can be earned through trust or friendship or any of that bullshit.
I might like you, even if you hate me, I could respect you.
I could hate you, even if you like and respect me.

And I don't respect ********' attitude. So, I don't want to hear it.
Manners are important. I'm not a rude person.

Life isn't fair. That doesn't mean we can't try to be.

When did we forget our dreams?

The infinite possibilites of each day should stagger the mind. The sheer number of expiriences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking even.
But we live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out before us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of social norms.
We act like if we just get through the day, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mould. It doesn't involve tempering my life in order to fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important, so I want to say this as clearly as I can.

F u c k . T h a t . S h i t . "

- Written by Prole. Reason for using his, is because it directly describes me as well.
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