Dual-blogged
I could try to talk to people. Try and explain what’s been going on in my head for the past three-ish years.
Do you know what kind of answer I would get?
“Oh get over yourself. You’re so intelligent and you could be anything you wanted to, and all you’d have to do is try. Quit pussying out and just do the tiny things necessary for you to succeed.”
There’s no point in trying to explain to anybody, because no matter who it is, they’ll never grasp the concept of:
“I don’t care about anything. Nothing has meaning, purpose, or a point to me.”
Obsoverlordation
Stagnant odors waft from the government-issued chafing dishes and call forth the high school drones for their feeding hour. This boomy cafeteria fills its tables quickly, and unleashes an obnoxious roar of girlish chatter. Teachers mutter to each other small talk while glaring at the students they are gossiping about.
High ceiling, fluorescent lights. Windows that peek out into the courtyard. Small roundtables lined up pristinely with long, rectangular tables, each equipped with circular seats.
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF is stamped in bright, uplifting letters on the upper walls. These characters lie just below shiny glass highlights. Only a few people even suspected that these glassy “decorative enhancements” had anything suspicious about them. But they are outcasts, and ignored. This glass glinted mischievously, and the bell rang for next period.
Four
Four in the Ante Meridiem.
That special time where yesterday mates with tomorrow
And the death of the day is near.
Four in the morning is a special time. A time in which to consider wether or not going to sleep would be a waste of your time.
I’m just going to have to get up in a few hours… why bother?
At least, that’s how It happens to me.
