Whatever......

A great and wise writer once said that in order to live life you had to go out there and try it. What he didn't say was that if you lived it, you'd spend the rest of your life regretting it.

What is it about life that seems to slowly drain you of every fighting energy you have? That if you try and go out to achieve something, you end up right back where you started with even bigger problems and more regrets than when you started? Why does it seep and seep through you till you slowly bleed out all hope and any life you had left in you?

Who wants to put themselves out there? What stupid idiot goes out and lives only to get smashed to the ground where you can't ever get back up unless you learn how to completely forget what you just did to put you in the dirt. Or learn from it. With blood, tears and mistakes oozing from your very pores of that black soul, you lay in the mud of guilt and shame; stuck in a world of damnation. Never finding joy.

All for what? Life? Love? Joy?

Who freaken cares?

The world goes numb in your silent world of torture all under the name of "living".

A great and wise writer once said that you never got anywhere unless you went out and took a chance on life........

I say he's a freaken retard.

-Rambler