The world is crying. The glint of sadness evident in everyone's eyes, the shadow of doubt residing in everyone's soul. Yet, some of us derive pleasure from other's sadness. Having a fucked up childhood, I bear witness and comprehend the linkage of the feeling of being ostracised by peers. Yet, now I merely look on, silent and unwilling to change anything, because I am unable to accept the person as who he is, as many before me had chosen not to. Although not the initiator, nor am I a executor, my sheer presence and awareness of what is happening, puts me in a similar position. I can feel the suffering spreading like wildfire, with more and more people getting entangled in a web of sadness. The dying of resilent hearts, the failure of relationships, the backstabbing of close friends. The failure of meeting up to various expectations. People are twisted.


Personally, i am still experiencing negative feelings towards me now. I don't really like how it is, but I am too shy to stand up for myself in people relations. I become perceived as withdrawn, cold, unfriendly, slack and unable to do much in constructive assignments. But what many are unaware of, is my thinking goes beyond their comprehension. the expansiveness of my thoughts, brushes on the edges of the abyssal darkness, and the illuminating saint. I am aware of many more things than people want me to know, i can bore into one's soul and know what his next move is, i know many things.



Vice
Hatred
Agony
Pain
Despair
Distraught