I am writing a lot lately...
After getting "dumped" over something so amazingly childish, and moronic, I've become quite...bitter? Angry? Disgusted? Maybe all of the above...
I guess I have a lot on my mind.
I sit back, and question every definition in my mind. Things that should be simple, are now convoluted, and multi-layered. That which has consistently made sense to me, now drives me insane. Visions that were once pristine, uncorrupted, and lucid...these visions are now clouded and opaque. I stand back, and I take in the world, one day at a time.
Defining things, as they mean to me.
A dreamer - A fool. A person who has seen more than what he could hope to possibly attain. An inspiration in other instances. A person who could change the world.
Hopes - Fleeting memories. Unreal wants. Standard fairy tales, for the adult mind.
Goals - Pointless. Life is random. Let it take its own course.
Love - Is it tangible? How well can one feel it? How do you know when you love someone? How can you measure, this feeling of grandeur importance?
Life - We all live to work, until we die. It's the truth.
Hate - It exists. It always will. It fuels society.
While my definitions on a few key terms may sound bleak, I am only honest. Once again, I am not depressed, just a bit....
Disappointed with life.
