"I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion...there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And, though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe, you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
It is hard for me to make sense on any given level.
Myself is fabricated, an aberration. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago if they ever did exist.
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed.
Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or, is it something you do?
My pain is constant and sharp and I do not wish for a better tomorrow for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.
But, even after admitting this- and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed- and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing."
It is hard for me to make sense on any given level.
Myself is fabricated, an aberration. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago if they ever did exist.
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed.
Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or, is it something you do?
My pain is constant and sharp and I do not wish for a better tomorrow for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.
But, even after admitting this- and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed- and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing."
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since June 28, 2008.
- I am a 17 year old person
- I am in the groups AntiTwilight Lovers, GSA Gay Straight Alliance
- I have 184 comments, 4 stories, 1 journal
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ihasabestfirend she is liek totally grate we liek going to teh mall n buying things like booys on weekends she has hair ANDSOCKER but liek we know that wers bestfrands and then we were totally writings and i luvz ur hair bst
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August 5, In Adult, Hmm, Life, Personal, Serious business, Starting idea. 400 words. → 3 comments, Add one?
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Play Pretend. on August 21Dear Sir,
[which is what I call multiple people]
you seem alright.
Of course, what I mean is, that, having not spotted any chain letters, references to twilight, or invitations to RP on your page,
I get the feeling you might be an alright egg, if not a tad overdone.
P.S. The Text on your page is sheer win.
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Psycho Mantis on August 17looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooser
Okay, I'm done.
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Whispers on August 6I'm a fan of the name change.
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Andiness on July 24I will not make rude comments about the hobbits being the perfect height
*snicker*
