The ravings of a lunatic
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Haven't bothered to update this page in more then a month.
Atleast this update is going to be a major one. Going to change my layout too I think.
The pages that I'm working on is the friends page and of course this one and myprogramming page.
I really don't have time with this, but you have to use the late nights to something useful too
Wrote something in school yesturday that I'm posting here since I really don't have a better place for it
Born in a dream, Lost in a world
Child of despair, Child of fear
Child of hatred
Roaming the world, searching for the void
Wanting to enter the void
Walking through the shadows
Spreading despair
Judged by the world
Wondering why, asking the world
Wanting liberation
Fearing life immortal
Losing his faith
Hope for tomorow, clouding his eyes
Still hoping for liberation to come
Stars shone pale, slowly fading away
When the Child continued his path
All things coming to a stop
As he neared his end, where liberation waits
Darkness spreads, All fading away
Things coming apart
As the end comes
What I'm meaning with it is for you to figure out...
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Hmmm... Happiness...
Isn't that something that we have wery few moments in our life, and still
some say that happsness is the meaning with life...
I disagree, hapyness is an illusion, we might think we are having a good
time sometimes but it will never last. Sure, the world would be a better
place if everyone was happy, but that will never happen. People like me
will always be there and there will even be worse people then me.
What can be done?
Nothing, let the people on earth continue ther illusion. It's all we have,
the belif that we might become happy one day...
But happiness don't really exist. It will end quickly and then we'll be
there with the feeling that's something is terribly wrong, and the sad part
is that everything have just gone back to normal.
So happiness isn't a good reason to live, it's just something to hide behind.
Memento Mori!(= Remember Death)
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Today I came to think of why I lived and what was the point with
continueing living. The answer is that it really isn't any...
Sure, some relatives and some friends would probably be a bit sorry
but they'll get over it sooner or later. My existence does not fulfill
some kind of purpose or something like that, I'm only killing time and
costing society money.
Suicide is that the thing then?
Perhaps, but for the time being I doens't really feel that I'm a too
large burden. On the other side there is only a few friends that I happen
to care for, the rest of the world means nothing to me. A piece of a lyric
from Dia Psalma comes into my mind and it can be translated as: "Everybody
loves you when you are dead". Kind of true isn't it?
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