mrpoofie

I hate how things said can never be taken back. No resets to life. It is unfair. Suicide is such a tease. And murder seems moot - then again, that person you didn't want to see ever again is in fact now gone forever. Then again, you'll have to now face new challenges from that person from beyond the grave. I hate opening my mouth or writing down my thoughts. Their pointless, yet here they are to be mocked and ignored.

For those that like to read another's thoughts, welcome. For those of you that do not, my apologies. For those who don't like to read, why are you here? For those with which a purpose is found, your lucky. For those dedicated in your mission in life, I commend you. For those those for which is for those, yes. For those enjoying this read, I'm glad. For those not, I'm not. For those driven by etiquette and the written word, forgive me. For those motivated by life, good job. For those saddened by how the world works, your not alone. For those taken back by the hideousness life unfortunately provides, yeah. For those where laws and r

Am I alone in this world, as shouts and screams of despair fill the sky, to muse about solitude, experience timidness, embrace rejection? I am no writer, I am no artist. I am less than nothing. I am in my pity party. My party is better than yours.