Here we are scurrying around like ants....
Each peson has their own little job and they do it, then they go home, then they eat, then they sleep and get up the next day and do it all over again. What's the point? We're all just filling up space. Why do people want to reproduce? So they can bring more children into this overpuplutated world so they can fill up space with with some meaningless job and then go home and do it all over again the next day.
Doesn't anyone else see how meaningless this is? How we are all consumed with our chores, which are ultimately useless because with the swipe of a broom we can all be swept away into the aybss. Here I am in a mental institution trying to get better so I can get back to my life and rush from job to job, killing time until I die of something other than suicide. I take medicine to help me deal with the emptyness of my life. Millons have to take pills to distract us from the sheer bordum of it all. We hurry from thing to thing like ants when we're all just going to end up sufficatig anyway............
-Isabels thoughts, But inside I'm Screaming by Elizabeth Flock
This one of my many ******** up views, I just couldn't figure out how to express it in words.
 Blood_Covered_Pheonix · Sat Jun 09, 2007 @ 08:18pm · 0 Comments |
