Pointless points
Life's kinda crazy. Maybe I should just get it tattooed somewhere. It's miserable. The simple fact is that I can't get what I want even if I try. The fact that the world wouldn't let me live the way I want nor just let me die. I've seen death so close but it never kissed me. The misery is inevitable. I envy those who died before me. The world is a beautifully crafted illusion; one that promises greatness at the cost of your sanity. Love an emotional connection we say, is merely just some chemical secretion in the gray mass we call the brain. Yet, it holds the power to crush the greatest. I still don't understand why I still love the same person. Am I a dog, loyal to just one hypothetical individual, or a crazy person who doesn't have any other options? Am I a practical joke in the grand scheme of things? Oh. Wait jokes have meaning. My body just hates me. The day my exams were over I got a dry cough. It was like "Hey, don't have anything to worry ab...