The Inner workings of my mind are like a ship at sea whose compass no longer works. It floats the sea with no direction and wonders where the next day will take it.
I woke up this morning and when I looked in the mirror I saw a stranger and wondered what life had done with me. To be a stranger to my own self makes me wonder if I am even real.
I hate people: everything about people, their anger, their discrimination, their spite, their self-righteousness, their lying, their manipulation. their ............
I am no more a pessimist than life is a good thing.
Death: mans salvation from a life of hell
Life is just a mask that one day death will remove
