I know I must be starting my essay about the discourse of Karl Marx and Mary Wollstone Craft, but I just can’t grasp enough sense to actually start an academic paper. Not enough motivation and inspiration. And right now, I think I’m hungry. Fuck this shit. Oh come on life, help me with this one. Hahahaha. FML (Forgive Me Lord).
At times, I really want to stay alone. Not to feel miserable and lonely but to think on how much I have grown and to appreciate everything that has happened. Just sit there on the corner and think about the what-ifs and the what could have been. With the sole purpose of thanking them and paying much gratitude to the supposed to be moments that did not happen.
I never find anything of it logical enough to prove that somehow it is all worth it. All of the things you made have turned into preconceived truths that were forcefully shoved upon the minds of those who wish to follow you. It is quite of a shame that you call yourself mature when in fact your still play the part of that silly child who begs for attention and calls himself superior over the others. I never find you amusing at all. All my respect has been gone, and every word that came and will be coming from your mouth are nothing but a loose set of letters that are designed to manipulate everyone around you. You are one hell of a story teller, the only problem is you don’t tell the true story itself. Your’e a story teller that tells the story of himself. An autobiographical story of how he, himself conquered everything and everyone and how he came to gain the trust and confidence of his colleagues by using manipulative phrases composed of enticing words that will surely captivate the very being of everyone who wishes to hear you.
And by the way, hatred, anger and certainly not envy are involved here. A statement was given in lieu of my perception towards you no matter how shallow it is. Because when all was said and done, I could not provide any deep understanding for a person like you. A shallow, self centered one, who lives to please himself and the one who likes to be on the verge of spotlight.