I'm afraid I can't bring myself to write anything despite the fact that I wanted to let go of some things. I used to adore writing freely. I guess that's what education does to you nowadays.
They take what you love and give you what they want.
And we oblige without hesitation, because we are followers. We are robots. We are hollow. We do as we are told. We do as we are programmed to. If we don't, we are the left, the vagabonds, the rejects, the "stupid", the trash.
But that's not my point.
I imagine that it would be nice to have company with you.
When you live a life full of holes, voids and emptiness, it would be nice to have someone to share it with. Not someone to fill the holes and voids and emptiness, but to share the holes, the voids and the emptiness. Why fill it up when one day a giant earthquake will happen and the ground will give way to much larger holes, voids and emptiness?
Maybe sometimes people just don't care. Maybe what I am is pathetic. And maybe what I need is just a hand to help lift me up, you know, because I'm fat and heavy and shit. But who knows what I need.
Most of the time, like the ones around me, I don't give a rat's ass either.
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comments of hatred bukan dekat sini tau. sana tu, sana