Thoughts Galore

I, you, that guy, this guy, whoever else, too, are just common idiots!

...After all, even if we cry, make noise, shout, go mad, the world won't change

I think, therefore I'm troubled, if we doubt, fragile things are broken.

Ah, what a foolish, painful, miserable, meaningless thing, isn't it!

Ah, I, you, that guy, this guy, whoever else, too, won't change!

Hating Socializing is different from hating people, for example, I'm bothered by the fact people exist, but you're an exception.

People can run away from their problems all they want, but they're just averting their eyes, they are not running.

People like talking about people, it makes us feel superior, in control, and sometimes for some people, knowing some things makes them care.

The eyes can mislead, the smile can lie, but the shoes always tell the truth

Don't resist, accept it, everything is connected

We all make mistakes, and we all pay the price

It's been stablished that time is not a rigid construct

Our bodies break down, sometimes when we're 90, sometimes before we're even born, bu it always happens and there's never any dignity in it. I don't care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass. It's always ugly, always. We can live with dignity, we can't die with it.

Occam's Razor, the simplest explanation is almost always that somebody fucked up

People don't change

It's one of the greatest tragedies of life, everything changes

Humanity's overrated

To wish for the death of someone else is not that uncommon. Those who can overcome fear of consequence and go through with it though, are deserving of respect

It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies, the only variable is about what.

I don't ask why people lie, I just assume it

Truth begins in lies

I've realized that when you want to know the truth about someone, that someone is the last person you should ask

You want to know how to chemicals react, do you ask them? No, you put them in a beaker and apply heat

People have a strong wish of knowing the truth, that, or they want to believe that what they know is the truth. In other words the truth itself is just secondary

The more you get involved with someone, the blurrier your judgement becomes about them

Truth there's only one, it can be more complex than what you think but, it is the only way to have a clear judgement.

Happiness is a pointless goal

[Welcome, to the World]

Try to aim for what lies beyond the illusion

I feel ashamed, again and again, nothing to give, and no one to blame.

The embodiment of order that craves for CHAOS

The embodiment of CHAOS that craves for order

Alas, I'll turn ALL OF YOU BASTARDS INTO CHARCOAL!

Intolerable humiliation of...

Alas... The painful bitterness is devouring me

Alas... Now I'll obliterate the scums' wishes

Now, am I a genius, or am I a genuine disaster?

Nothing scares me more than death, but nothing cannot sustain

That's all there is... That's all there is... So I've got no choice but to blame it on bad luck and give up

Pain that I could love, that I could gain, that I could hate. Pain, that gave me courage to fight, against my fate.

Sadly enough, the weather today seems good.

Whatever you value… What you consider right is up to you. But don’t force those ideals onto other people.

Everyone has sufficient justification for suicide

To argue with a man who has abandoned the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.

Cursed be, at once, the high ambition Wherewith the mind itself deludes! Cursed be the glare of apparition That on the finer sense intrudes! Cursed be the lying dream’s impression Of name, and fame, and laurelled brow! Cursed, all that flatters as possession, As wife and child, as knave and plow! Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when, for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight! Cursed be the vine’s transcendent nectar,— The highest favor Love lets fall! Cursed, also, Hope!—cursed Faith, the spectre! And cursed be Patience most of all!

Go on and save face, We'll deal with the world when we're good and done

Love it all? Not at all? are your feelings acting funny? If so, you're nothing better than a dummy

Now take the Sad smile that follows that choice - the smile that tells you that you made the right choice, but even that feels like an injustice. Take the struggle of all of those choices that we make, and the lives we live. And couple all of that with the inevitability we feel in the passing of time.

When annoyingness is perfected, it becomes a charm

Sometimes. You both wanted to quit. Stop everything. Flee from this reality of insanity and pain. But you haven't. You can't. You couldn't if you ever tried.

It's over! Stupid word. Why is it over? Isn't it the same as if nothing had happened? What does eternal creation mean, if everything made is bound to come to an end? The world once it ceases to exist, will be as if it had never existed And yet we stare at it spin incessantly as if it really was something Is existence seen somewhere Once its time comes? Never have I seen something more tragic than a destiny such as that Even so, knowing about the end I remain powerless to avoid it, regardless of everything that I might be able to learn All of that scholarship will fall into nothingness The only exit to consider is defeat To avoid the fall of oneself onto the end of creation, via their own will Yet, no matter the amount of weight one has Our divine shackles shall never be broken The irony contained withing this play Is the inavility of the created to alter their destiny Blissful be the one that still remains blind to such truth Who hasn't yet realized our freedom in chains Which will one day drag us away, leaving no trace

For me to believe you or not is up to you, but if you know that it is a lie, then stop loving me.

Time flows leaving everything behind, even if it withers things, something always remains.

It is shameful to wish for past days, yet your curiosity gets the best of you. Things have a tendency to get old and rot, like those vivid images quickly did.

The things we wish to do, are things we cannot do.
Why are they so bad I ask? With no answer, I don't know

Excuse me for being young, excuse me for being a "rebel", but really, Aren't you being a little too strict?

Everyone says to be a good kid, I am not, and I don't want to be!

The world shifts every second. With every eyes possessing every perspective imaginable. Some may perceive darkness in my acts. Some may choose to disavow the beauty that I represent, the finality that I bring to those fortunate enough to witness it. The world sees my perspective through a keyhole, when they should be opening a door that was always unlocked. Only when they realize my work will they find the genius that lie beneath it. But alas, the world is not fair. For greater minds have always been hindered by the dullness of a society long bogged by fallacies and half-truths.

But not me.

I will not bow to this wretched reality. Instead, I will inspire it. I will cleanse it. I will beautify it. These bullets will be my composition, these people my masterpiece. Their wails will be my tune, their blood my paint. When the world is ready, they will know. And when they do, they will dance for joy. I represent a reaction against the action, a song to the silence of the world, the color to a colorless mural. I am the beauty that the people choose to ignore and hide beneath their fake appearances. I am the virtuoso, the one left to dance in the madness.

Why do we fear death? To me it is only a bow tie on the mediocre present that is life, is it not insane to wish to perfect the lives of the worthless? Before they died at my hands they were no one, but I gave them a chance to become something more, something beautiful...

Ah, and what great artist has ever resisted to urge to paint upon a canvas, and what sculptor has refrained from chipping away at the finest marble? If someone so talented in the art of death such as I, refused to paint on a canvass so graceful as the human body, that would make me truly insane.

A 'clean' canvas is one thing but I am VERY selective about which one. But I sense humanity and purity better then anyone, so usually it doesn't take long to go to work. And there is a LOT of work to do here... But aside that, I am starting to like your.... Attitude and view about it.

Death is only fearful if there has been no meaning to the life prior. Soldiers who sing of dying in glorious battle show the perfect example of this. to feel fullfillment in the last moment is important to people, that they not slip away in despair. that is the job of a true artist, to not only make the canvas beautiful, but make them feel fullfilled knowing what will be done with them

Let me put it like this, if ***** is a cancer patient, I'm about to give it a prostate exam with a free colonoscopy.

If you give up early you'll save yourself years of wasted effort

if you died tomorrow my life can end tomorrow. If you live today, I will also live in the present

If you die the day after tomorrow, I will live another day to talk to all of you. I will proudly tell them the story of my friend

I want to do something about the situation I’m facing but, on the other hand, I feel the best course of action would be to do nothing.

We, who hurt each other so terribly, will sit here licking each other’s wounds. We damaged gods will each seek the other out in comfort. If you are to die tomorrow, I’m fine with my life ending then as well. But if you want to live for me for one more day, I’ll go on living with you today as well.

You’re not happy because you’re not trying to be happy. Nobody can make someone who isn’t trying to be happy into someone that’s happy.

So that's no good? So this is no good? Every little thing I come up with Get some common sense, and gimme back my time! Hurry up and Fuck off, ****!

Behind the tedious TV, day after day it does nothing but play nonsense!

Hey, half-there adults, don't call me a brat! Which one's the child? Who even knows?

What's so bad? It's just not clear! Be honest, you don't know either, do you?

I'll sing how I like, I'll laugh how I like, and if you've got a problem, bring it on!

You wanna die? Well, go ahead, then no one will care, even if you do. You wanna die? Well, go ahead, then I'm tired of hearing you say that, so just go ahead and do it

"What would you understand about me?" you ask, but you don't understand anything about me either

"Well, just leave me to die then," you say, but you can't stand to be alone. You keep telling me about all your misfortunes, but in the end, none of it is my problem. You scream, you shout, you cut yourself, but you're just doing all that for attention!

You don't want to live, but neither do you want to die. I have no idea what you want to do, Why are you asking me? I don't have the answer. Stop complaining about it, and decide. Live? Or die? Make your choice!

I hope to vanish into thin air, I don't want to die, but I'm writing a will. Please, scold me, tell me it's nonsense...

All the points were set as variables, but the projected future remains unchanged... Is a transformation even possible?

I became so absorbed in picking up fallen leaves, I had completely forgotten to look up into the sky...

In the bitter end, there is your smile, and everything else gives me no hope

In the bitter end, there is your smile, and that is the only thing I have

Tempted by a sweet scent, you leapt into a flowerbed. Who on earth are you? My name is escapism.

Here’s a practical problem: People like us can never experience happiness. Since I'll never see it with my own two eyes, I crawl into my bed tonight, too.

It’s just too convenient. For how many years have the delusions been replaying in my head now?

But still, as long as you survive somehow, no one can deny...

Let’s go, escape from reality. Whether it’s bitter or sweet is up to me.

After a sudden realization, we somehow became worthless. Where on earth is the future that I dreamed of in my far too distant bygone days? Despite the fact that there’s no one to blame, I want to blame someone.

But then, you showed up and absolved me of my sins

Let’s go, escape from reality. I don’t care whether you’re God or Buddha.

Tempted by a sweet scent, I leapt into a flowerbed. Who on earth am I? I don’t know your name.

You and Me. Just two of us. Our future is dark. Where shall we go?

It would have been better if it were a dream. There’s nothing sadder than a reality you can’t wake from.

No matter how much I love you, I can’t even have my heart broken by you.

Somehow, your world seems so fun. Why, I wonder? It looks so radiant. If you were by my side, even my colourless everyday life would start to glimmer, wouldn’t it? Is even that wish unforgivable?

But that’ll forever be impossible. I know that it’s a dream, but I’ll keep wishing…

The one who I loved wasn't you, but myself

A "disappointment," I was said to be, so where am I to find a decent future?

No one yet knows my true power, but one of these days, I'll have to show it to you. Make me out a fool, make me out a phony, there's no helping it for now...

Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves so, even when I've traveled so far. It never changes, it never will, stuck in such a cramped room...

No one yet knows my true determination, but one of these days, I'll have to ask you. I'm worthless now, I'm trash today, But surely, come tomorrow...

Let's get serious, let's show off our all, let's chant a spell, and become unstoppable. Let's put on a bluff, and even if some snort, now, behold, let them feast their eyes on this. For all the me's, from today to the past, for all the you's, from tearful nights to the future

Ultima hoc fatum

I'm your friend, could you tell me what's wrong? I care for you ***** and that's why I worry, I leave you this in case you get online.

Who am I, to make a judgement of your life. I'm just passing by.

Incessant unreasonable requests, schedules that waver. Covered in sweat and exhausted, yet still so many little regrets. Although each of us lives life... Within the whims of our emotions.

There was no one there to laugh at my clumsiness, only me. Thus I laughed.

I'm still chasing after the traces of first love. Ah but still, even like this I'll talk myself up and pretend the leading role

Ah today too, buried in my sheets I screamed out. Can you see me? Can you hear my voice? I yell... I lament a bit before going to bed. Do you remember me?

I'm sick of it, I'm still believing in an off-chance plot twist. Ah but still, even like this, I'm just piling on excuses.

Are you still happy now? Are you still a heroine now? Have you forgotten me? That's right, my name is side character B

I'm sure that until tomorrow you'll be able to survive. But a year later, it might be impossible.

I don't like it, I don't like it here. I became useless and gave up on myself.

What the hell is this the future? Hey, hey, come here. I'm lonely, I'm sad, I want you to be by my side. let's believe in each other... That's a lie

Somehow this love won't come true. Rotten and withered, memories are on the way. What is fun and what makes you fall in love? It's too late and I give up

I wish you happiness. She doesn't care. I'll forget someday, but sometimes I'll remember

Only the worst ending smiles at me

メス豚　アバズレ　淫乱女今日もどっかで　ヤリマン女

Because I have no reason, I'm waiting in vain also today

My memories came out of me like vomit, and again, the next day they came out like vomit.

I have always had hopes and dreams, how did it become so hard? I guess it really doesn’t matter, nothing came out of it

Joy of romance - when it withers then blooms with the pain of love, I shed tears

Mourn together with me and my grief, mourn with me, for as long as I'm alive

Not feeling like having fun (ah, looking back at my teen years) Aha, regrets inbound.

Ah, you laugh with a sullen face, your eyes muddy and impure. Don't dig that up, stop it

It's not that I want to destroy these desires (Aha, reliving the present) Past, Future, never learning, always stuck this way

I laugh, thinking I got over it. But it'll never go back to normal

I hate those words, one two three times they keep piling up. It's not so simple as just changing, my mind and heart aren't such convenient things

You're vexing enough to make me want to kill. Damn it, I'm not like you anymore.

Your future will be like this, Your future will be like this, Your future will be like this

I HATE HATE HATE THAT WORD, ONE THEN HUNDRED THOUSAND TIMES THEy KEPT PILING UP IT'S NOT SO SIMPLE AS JUST HATING YOU, MY HEART AND MIND AREN'T SUCH CONVENIENT THINGS.

The melancholy of my 14 year old self was harsh as the night of a full moon

From atop a building, I look down upon the city, the lights of houses as numerous as stars. Someday, even I will become like that. So I thought, so I believed

Are you happy? I dried up my voice At the mirror I scream, I scream

The future that the adults sing of, is worthless, I'd spit out, that was my answer. But now it's already become the future

Do you want to live? Do you want to die? Beyond the mirror, I tilt my head. Are you happy? Whether I'm happy, still not knowing, I continue to survive, until I die, until I disappear, I continue to breathe.

The languid dawn says, “G’morning.” It’s randomly sunny, how annoying. Sun above, could you slip somewhat into the shade? I can’t even open my eyes, it’s so dazzling.

There’s nothing I wanna see, and I don’t wanna think, so I’m announcing my resignation from humanity; I’ll become moss.

“Things were great back then!” It’s driving me mad how you’re romanticizing “back then.” Is it the real thing or something constructed? Who knows?

Happy Birthday! Make a wish! So I blew out the candles, and their flames disappeared without a sound. It’s not over yet, but it sure does feel like it’s over, what with all this fruitlessness.

No matter how overoptimistic my assessment is, I should have a couple decades, a couple decades left to live.

I'm still there, while laughing at everyone who grew up.

Since I don't wanna think about anything, ah, with my intention to escape going nowhere... I'm still there

I present to you the play of life just as it is. There's not even enough depth to it for me to tell you a summary of it

Showing off such a boring thing, and using up tens of years to plan it; Yet the outcome ended up being a bad poem

Damn it, the things you dreamed of when you were a kid, are easygoing since you're a kid. But still saying that as an adult is a little tough

I'm consumed by feelings that I don't want to end. That's why I sing, so it won't fly away. I swear to you that it won't disappear now

A memory so far away and distant, wilted away with the need to grow up, in the repeating attempts to mimic adults.

A future crazy enough to fall in love with. To say it's enough as just a daydream, Don't be embarrassed about it I wanted it all granted, already

The light piercing through the window, I mistook it for something and chased it; Even though I knew it shouldn't exist

Things wouldn't change for all eternity. Without even vowing, I believed that

Looking up above at the sky that closes the light away by myself. Wishing, wishing, so many sighs... In a town where the light has vanished. Now, to keep my heart from breaking, I watch my dreams

My eyes open

At night's end, an unsurprising future.

That things should happen, yet that nothing happens is our daily life

These cold forgotten feelings, even if you say they can't be helped

Once more we repeated today. We repeated this unsurprising today. Once more we repeated today. We repeated these endless days. Once more we repeated today. It repeated as long as we lived. Once more we repeated today

A fool's talent is like a swine and a pearl. It will wither away as a result of a misunderstanding. It's pathetic

Ah, what I believed in, loved, and clung to so much... It doesn't matter anymore! Forget about love, forget about love, and see me writhe in dryness

He has forgotten color, and his vision has become monochrome. Tired of the world, he failed to die again!

Ah, if it was a stray cat, How would I survive? I might die soon. Because I don't have the talent to survive.

I wasn't taught the definition of happiness. I couldn't live well, I wanted to rely on something. From now on, that's me, a weakling like me. He eats and kills to save the world.

If so, how should I give up? How should I quit? Even if I gave her my entire life, I wouldn't be able to reach her at all, hahaha

If so, how should I spit it out? How should I spread it? Even if I try and throw everything at it, it won't come true at all, dammit.

Searching for an excuse, how many years have passed? A child who can't become anything, who has nothing, longs for something and is delusional.

If so, how should I give up? How should I quit? Even if I spend my whole life, I can't get excited at all hahaha

If so, how will I drown? How will I lose all the time? Even if you throw everything at me, you're no match for me, dammit.

If so, how should I give up? How should I quit? Even if I spent my entire life, I would never be satisfied.

Even if he wastes his time just making fun of it, he won't be able to laugh again. He doesn't know if it's true or not, so he has no expectations for the next life. Exposure of life, postponement of death.

How many more times do I have to repeat it? How many more times do I have to remember it?

Memories that have become sooty and rusty with ashes, it spills out again as if touching a sudden night. I can't even think of condolence words, I'm not sleepy, but my vision is blurry

Humans break halfway through. They leave the remaining decades behind. A voice "Where are you escaping to? It's the same wherever you go"

"I know if I act thus, it will end so, I am compelled by such spirit"

Life is fifty years.
To spend that amount of time beneath heaven...
Surely this world is nothing but a vain dream.
Living but a single life,
Is there anything that will not decay?

It's fine even if it's nonsense for the rest of my life. Don't care if I'm despicable, I'm fine being a proud scum

The only thing I cannot give away is my ash, nothing but this can be a trace of my life

Oh, please never shed tears, just sing a song for me. Only a lullaby can send me there.

A poetic genius is something I don't see, Why would a genius be trippin' on me?

And he's looking at me now, but what he can't see, is that I'm looking through his eyes, so many lies behind his eyes

Oh, Who said life was easy? Who said life was fair? Who said nobody gives a damn and nobody even cares? The way you're acting now, like you left that all behind. You've given up, you've given in, another sucker of that slime.

I tend to like dumb things, and stupid things, that's exactly how I wanted to put it. How others feel about that, is something I don't care for.

Now show me what you can do, Instinct? Logic? Who shall be the victor?

To feel happy, to feel good, at the end of the day, that's just self-satisfaction. So leave those things aside, and watch them float away, isn't that fine?

I sharpen the knife, and look down upon the bay. For all of my life, a stranger I remain.

I know it's tempting to jump off the edge and fly, but this is not a dream. So don't let me become the one you love

Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken, I've even forgotten my name!

It’s me that I spite as I stand up and fight. The only thing I know for real, there will be blood -shed!

And it will never rest until the clouds are clear, Until it finds my dreams have disappeared.

My dreams disappear!

The fires of greed will burn the weak, So we’ll make freedom obsolete.

I’m sick of you and your contrariness

Even on the days when I feel the most melancholy, I want to try revealing my secrets, as long as it’s you I’m revealing them to

“The real me doesn’t exist, There’s nothing that’s ‘like me’ or ‘not like me’. Since you and YOU are begging me like this, you must each have your own thoughts. They’re all wrong; there’s no right answer” I’ve been made a fool of, huh?

This heart has lived in captivity, if it still beats remains a mystery.

All I know is what I've heard, that time doesn't forgive. You're dying to live, but even your god forsakes you.

I know not what goes on around me, only I stand before death.

I wish to wake up, from this endless dream, to receive a signal and breathe once more.

Even if you shout, what I wish to hear is something my heart is certain wont be uttered.

If my own will were to become true, I would certainly put an end to this torture.

I wonder if there's a future for me, one worth living for, Is it worth it to keep walking on my own?

Even if someone like me were able to change, I wonder if everything else would change as well.

I haven't heard of you, I know nothing of you, I know nothing of me, all I know of is the end.

I only am who I am, no one else, although I cannot get rid of these shackles.

It was only a Dream, reality that never was. My words will remain silent, though they wish to be loud.

There is no way back, no way back... Everything's destroyed already.

That’s what I call smallness as a human being. No matter how much I’m irritated by it, I can’t do anything about it. It’s not complex, just stunted. Because as a human being I’m small, or something.

If they find out what you did there, a lot of people will say a lot of things to you. Some will say you did the right thing. And some will say you did the wrong thing. But that’s not what matters. No matter what anyone says, you don’t have to worry. Because you didn’t do the right thing, and you didn’t do the wrong thing. It was all part of being young.

It’s impossible for someone to replace someone else.

It’s not like people only look for help by saying “please help me.” In similar vein, it’s not like you’re only in love with someone if you say “I love you.” Everyone has things they can’t say on impulse.

No person exists that is just virtuous, and kindness is only something piled on the outside. There are no humans with just virtue and fairness. Rather, they try to be that and just build up stress.

I am not going to take sides, I am neutral. I am talking about standpoints here, that is all. He has his point of view and she has her own. There is no way for an outsider to know which of them is right. Actually, there is not a right one in the first place. It is just about who is easier to agree with.

People have to save themselves. One person saving another is impossible.

You may be unfortunate, but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer. You may not be blessed, but that doesn’t mean you have to throw a fit over it. Even if bad things happen to you, just be strong!

I’m bothered by the very fact that people exist, but you’re an exception.

The impostor is an impostor because it can’t be distinguished from the real thing. The proof of its falsity is in its resemblance to the real thing.

Even if mistaken, even if cruel, even if stupid, if many people acknowledge it, I found out that it can become the right thing. I found out that righteousness was able to be infinitely mass-produced. I found out that righteousness was established by the number of people. I found out that maneuvering for a majority was everything. It was a tragic day.

I am not a friend of justice. I am an enemy of evil.

Different conclusions are reached when one fact is viewed from two separate points of view. When that happens, there is no immediate way to judge which point of view is the correct one. There is no way to conclude one’s own conclusion is the correct one. But for that exact reason, it is also premature to decide one’s own conclusion is wrong.

A fake with more power than the real thing is more dangerous than the real thing

To have something you detest is about as important as having something you love. Because if you like anything and everything, they all end up being the same thing in the end.

Those who get fooled are partially at fault.

In our society, letting others find out that you’re a nice person is a very risky move. It’s extremely likely that someone would take advantage of that.

No matter what bonds you forge with others, time will tear them apart. Well… Doesn’t thinking about it make you sick?

It’s difficult to change the world on your own, but twisting it a little might not be all that hard.

It’s not good to expect too much, but you can’t do anything if you’re being overly pessimistic. If you just wait thinking it’s useless, nothing will come of it.

There’s no reason a fake can’t do what the real thing would. And it’s possible for a fake to be more real than the real thing.

The past is just the past. There’s no inherent value in getting over it or catching up to it.

Oh, right. I’ve got a great story to tell you. It’s about that girl who hurt you way back. She was hit by a car and died in a place with no connection to you, in an event with no connection to you. Without any drama at all. That’s the lesson for you here: You shouldn’t expect your life to be like the theater.

Even if the truth is as one suspects, it may still be worthless.

Humans have a strong desire for the truth, that, or they have a desire to think that what they know is the truth. In other words, what the truth is exactly second to that. Be careful of what is the truth and what is lie. In other words, always doubt yourself.

Romance can strengthen people, but it can also make them useless.

The fake is of far greater value. In its deliberate attempt to be real, it’s more real than the real thing.

When the world is filled with red lights signaling danger, the world is safer than usual. But when it's filled with green lights signaling safety, it creates a place more dangerous than anywhere.

Being kind to everyone simply means there’s no one special.

Whatever you value… what you consider right is up to you. But don’t force those ideals onto other people.

There are no absolutes in human relationships. I suggest you take this as encouragement to work on yourself so that I won't think of leaving. You will never be special, but you can be special in the eyes of someone else.

Staying misfortunate is negligence, and not trying to become happy is cowardice.

Du bist alles

Ich kann dich hören rufe meinen Namen!

Du bist alles für mich. Du bist mein schatz!

Sag meinen Namen, immer und immer...

Ich finde und liebe
Für immer
Nur dich
Mein schatz! Mein Schatz!!!

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! I have to be regretful, I have no choice

Something so trivial isn't worth the time... Look, this is the way a child behaves!

Give me proof there's something only I can do

I’ve grown tired of each day I thought of as ordinary that comes, I hated things that took care, simplicity was best.

I'm trying to catch birds, clouds, even dreams. That figure was the me who knew nothing yesterday.

As I follow this mysterious path. A message only saying ‘goodbye’, I’m lost but I continue writing. After the unbearable sorrow, I’m still a stranger.

Even I know, there’s nothing I could do, for you to, see me in the eye. Just then, as you turned around, that is all I was, a stranger.

Why is it that I can’t stop, thinking of what has gone by. To heal these scars I, carry within me, I want to start again.

The time I spend with you, grinding days to nothing is such an easy thing to do, it became weird.

I wanted to know about what I don’t know, but there was nothing to know.

When I ask “what do you want to do”, you retort “nothing at all”

When I saw you anew, I felt so very small. I’m surely garbage now, the me, who cries

I acted tough and lost myself. I spat out lies and they became phantoms.

When I look from far away you seem so happy, but it hurts. It hurts because I know everything.

Don't mess with me. Even though you know nothing will change if you pretend to be the victim.

Delve into your mind, reach your dreams, and then open your eyes... before the truth. We can always look away from it, right?

The perfectly ordinary man and the great philosopher are alike: for both, the smallest triviality can become the vision that wipes out the world.

Nothing exists; even if something exists, nothing can be known about it; and even if something can be known about it, knowledge about it can't be communicated to others.

Stiam prea bine ca fondul sufletului meu e desgustul, apatia, mizeria. Eu nu sunt facut pentru nici o femee, nici o femee nu e facuta pentru mine, si oricare ar crede-o ar fi nenorocita. Nu iubesc nimic pentru ca nu cred in nimic si prea greoi pentru a lua vreun lucru precum se prezinta, eu nu am privirea ce infrumuseteaza lumea, ci aceea care vede numai raul, numai defectele, numai partea umbrei . Satul de viata fara sa fi trait vreodata, neavand un interes adevarat pentru nimic in lume, sunt moraliceste desalat ... Nu cred nimic, nu sper nimic si mi-e moraliceste frig ca unui batran de 80 de ani

Despite its successes, in the end, philosophical thinking always falls short of its real goal. It involves both the wonder of aspiring toward the Truth and the distress of falling short of that Truth. In this way, philosophy can be characterized as wondrous distress.

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if She wept also. But then, what use are Her tears, if Her help was denied me?

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.

I was no longer capable of either enthusiasm or fear. Once an ecstatic idealist, I had now passed into a permanent state of numb disillusion.

We are born to die, anything in between is just pure nonsense.

Jestem sama we wrogim świecie. Ludzka twarz jest odrażająca. To dobrze. Chcę rozgłosu i przemocy, i chcę się roztrzaskać jak kamień o skały. Lubię kominy fabryczne i dźwigi, i ciężarówki. Lubię pochody twarzy i twarzy, i twarzy, zniekształconych, obojętnych. Mam dość ładności. Mam dość odosobnienia. Unoszę się na wzburzonej wodzie i zatonę, i nikt mnie nie uratuje.

He who hates himself is not humble.

The first truth of Life is, People will hurt/harm you for absolutely no fault of yours. The second truth of life is, you'll never be able to take revenge most of the time.

Our world is an illusion, we are nothing, nothing can be changed, but the process of life itself has some value. ‘The movement is everything, the ultimate aim is nothing!’ Religion, science, creativity, and culture, in this concept, are just games with illusions and symbols. The most correct answer to the question ‘how much is twice two?’ is ‘how much do you need?’. Thus, the concepts of truth, good, and evil become meaningless. Certain illusions are no better than others.

In conditions like these, I breathe and stay alive. Whether I’m happy, crying, or laughing. Such things like that are even a burden.

I don’t want to know all the things that I don’t know, it makes me tired. I don’t want to be impressed!

I'm living a boring life. Please help me! Ah, I hate it… eh, never mind.

I want to keep not feeling anything! I’m dying in my boring life. I can't escape from such a kind world.

My, why, why don’t you know? That’s absolutely out of the question. If something is truly meaningful, then without using words, you instead have to demonstrate it through attitude, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to get a single thing across!

Genuinely, I hate you, what is wrong? You’re still so frivolous, while I’m this noble. If you weren’t around, I would be a god by now!

It’s because you’re here that I have all this pain!

If I live a lie of shallow words and empty replies "Then what am I?"

There’s no one inside me, there's no one that's hiding. Always been me, empty, a body but nobody here to see.

And here I wait for something to twist the plot dramatically again

We were young, never bound by a single sin, 'Til before we could see, we were monsters in skin. But even if I had tried to move on why can't I leave my past?

"Considering it's you, better give up soon, 'cause no matter what you do, you will always lose"

Emotions and feelings are useless to keep. The tears that had fallen were not mine to weep.

The hole dug inside me can't hold any love. Instead, you can see me break down from above.

Every day, every day was like that; before me you appeared, and said "No matter what you do, you'll be stuck, unable to move forward."

In some place I long for you always. Each time, I would almost lose myself

Go beyond the real one. Scared of letting go, you stay again today

In reality I'm nothing extraordinary Sour and sweet, I’m obviously the latter with a sly conscious smile.

Being killed by my own creation For someone like me, that’s my dream.

There’s actually nothing I want to say, even though I knew they were a solitude of lies, and I didn’t notice at all, that I had forgotten. I can’t breathe and my voice won’t come out.

I modeled a pose that appeared to be meaningful.

I know such days like these aren’t good, and even if I know it now, I still endured them, but now I just want to escape, however that can’t be forgiven, and I want it to be forgiven.