Death Is The Ultimate Salvation

I see all the things, I read between the lines just like I used to. But I don't react anymore. It's not worth it. I'd rather keep it all bottled up and hope to forget all about it one day.
That's the strange thing about life, just when you think you're not going to let those tiny little flickers of black affect you anymore and you're strong enough, you get sucked right back into the whole cycle of heartbreak, cynicism and indifference again.

My horoscope said that the week that passed was supposed to be all about heart-to-heart conversations. It had to be the most inaccurate predictions ever. Au contraire, I shut myself out even more this week.

My recurring nightmare is turning into reality. I don't know why but I feel like I was born in the wrong body, in the wrong generation and definitely in the wrong place. Either that, or I'm just plain stupid.

I see so many things being done to me by all those who are close to me, see so many things being done to me everyday. But I choose not to speak out against anything anymore. After a while, their obstinate and mindless logic really gets to me!

So yea, there can never really be a balance between the yin and the yang. They work inversely. If one increases, the other automatically decreases and vice-versa.
One can never ever truly be happy, not even when stoned out of their minds.

To be truly happy, one has to die.
Death is the ultimate and the only salvation!