Time creeps by slowly, eroding the senses, making one lose touch with everything, and nothing at that same time. It makes you do foolish things, and Love very stupidly. You end up killing your self morals. Pain is the same way, it creeps in and begins eating at you. Most emotional things are like this. But the one that is by far the hardest is happiness. Someone can spend their whole life tryin to find it, and never once reach it, others devote themselves to helping others find it, ignoring their own happiness, and are the ones crying themselves to sleep each night for loneliness, knowing that they are doing good in the world despite living a cold, miserable life. Or they actually get happiness from helping others, but as soon as the people they help stop feeling better, it's the one who made them happy, fault in the matter for ever cheering them up, just to let them be miserable again. Its like a never ending cycle of a pain and hate thru time, that makes everyone bitter...and cold to their fellow man, when all some want to do is help, and the ones who help are often the ones baring the biggest burden of all....but take the blame the most. Almost no one gives 2 shits about how others feel, and thing egocentrically about themselves and their money, consumed in their own self greed, trying to find a false happiness. But at the end of the day, can they ever say they once lived life, rather then step back, and be part of the system of hate?


Sigh, maybe I'm just rambling, but I'm sick of always feeling like shit for being a good person. I'm tired of people claiming I'm needed, or important, then blowing me off and ignoring my very existence, because sometimes I need a shoulder to lean on too.