As you live your life dealing with the intolerable needs of the obscured society, the end of the life comes closer from time to time inexorably. Why would you put efforts days and nights when you know it is ignoble. It is perpetually wrong to see and say things coherently when the rectitude of the life is at its own demise. Are you afraid or you're just shocked by finding the truth about the world? I don't think I can do it along with my crony. I am dreaming of the impossibility when I can't even stand up for myself. The strong waves of despair came and what did I do? I stood there unable to put myself together.I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
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