Aion
Time-Traveller
When you see nothing likeable in anyone else, feeling only fear and hate towards them, and hate yourself even more than those around you, not even able to laugh and get enjoyment out of the small things others love, what is the point? Is the point to mock others to make yourself feel less of a failure, or is it to argue with others over subjects you, in truth, don't care about?
Change is an impossibility. A bad person is always bad, a smart person is always smart. A loser is always a loser. People are born how they are, their destines pre-determined by genes and the lives of their parents. Nothing can be done once the ball is rolling.
Instead of changing, people hide themselves. Smilling when something isn't funny to not be awkward, looking at the ground to avoid eye contact - such actions sum up life. There's no truth; no honesty, just a wall of fear that cannot be broken. A fake world with only people hiding behind masks making up the numbers.
Fear resticts, yet fear keeps people alive. There's no easy self-destruct button. Even those who hate life cling to it - it's natural instinct. When cornered, an animal fights, and when a human is cornered they become corwards.
A pointless existence in an aimless world that keeps on spinning. No-one truly feeling alive until they're near death, no-one truly caring about anyone but themselves. There's nothing to be gained from living or dying; either way, there's only nothingness. So, what is the point? There isn't one.
Change is an impossibility. A bad person is always bad, a smart person is always smart. A loser is always a loser. People are born how they are, their destines pre-determined by genes and the lives of their parents. Nothing can be done once the ball is rolling.
Instead of changing, people hide themselves. Smilling when something isn't funny to not be awkward, looking at the ground to avoid eye contact - such actions sum up life. There's no truth; no honesty, just a wall of fear that cannot be broken. A fake world with only people hiding behind masks making up the numbers.
Fear resticts, yet fear keeps people alive. There's no easy self-destruct button. Even those who hate life cling to it - it's natural instinct. When cornered, an animal fights, and when a human is cornered they become corwards.
A pointless existence in an aimless world that keeps on spinning. No-one truly feeling alive until they're near death, no-one truly caring about anyone but themselves. There's nothing to be gained from living or dying; either way, there's only nothingness. So, what is the point? There isn't one.