He really isn't such an extravagant specimen of humanity The other day he told her that he wasn't a mess And the funny part is that he believed himself He believed that he wasn't so pathetic as to deny his masochism whilst depriving himself of sleep He believed that he didn't send messages to random people on HP because he was lonely and maybe just maybe that other person would live in south africa and get to know him and love him He believed that he sent those messages because he wanted to help people His pathos of trying was so painful to watch even he stopped seeing the reality of his metaphorical wrist and literal subconscious And even though he watches good shows and listens to good music and has valid philosophical opinions that are well structured of both he still second guesses himself He still doubts his ability to be anything in life but his dreams are real and o so powerful He has become a farse A pathetic dismal farce And the worst part about this farce Is that this farce somehow still believes that he is different and better farce than all the other farces out there
Yes he hates himself But he has become so good at lying to himself that he doesn't even believe the words as he types them on this screen
Excuse the sentimental drivle, the vent, and the lack of effort.