Fakereality
Student
- Aug 4, 2021
- 130
What am i ? My so called life isn't mine it's always has been determined by choices made by others, my body if anything love forcing it's desires and wishes on me which reality has made it quite clear that they could never be fulfilled which in turn only leads to further degradation and suffering only a guest inside my own skin that's all i amount to be, feel so tired of observing this reality which only seem to exist to torment me so tired of seeing "happiness" on faces of so many yet never been able to grasp it in my own hands, even my dreams are full of nightmares can't even experience nothingness in sleep, there were so many combinations of things which universe could have made life and existence out of yet this what it created in it's randomness of course for the rich and gifted this existence and reality is a present they can't get enough of, life if anything is a game played by those of those of higher status against opponents which are long dead players like Julius ceasar played the game so did Augustus and so did Alexander the great so on, human history is pushed forward by those kind of rich and powerful lucky birth players while pawns are more or less always the same whose sole reason to exist is to glorified the board so that players playing the game feel more better about themselves there can hardly be any kind of beauty in this type of reality if anything living feels more like an obligation forced upon me, there's truly nothing in this world i truly own except disappointments.