Since this started off as a journal entry I thought I would share it as one. What you think is up to you.




" What is it with all the disbelief? People will always bring you down, tell you how awfully you're doing, but never give support.

Keep going. You're doing fine.

It's as if someone is handing over the razor blades and telling you to go ahead, get on with it. But you'll suffer, the pain will be unbearable. It can all end here, but it won't be pleasant.

Don't stop. You can do it.

Pleasant for whom exactly? The participant, the life that will fade into a crimson tinted background? Or the audience, the person who will sit back and watch?

Don't give up.

Studying the disturbance, grinning with the sick pleasure you will gain. The perverted ways of men.

That's it.

This society full of angst, of resent, of loathing.

You'll get there.

This world will not change; you and I will not change it. We will stay the same. Till it ends.

You can do it.

Till it ends...

Keep going!

Ends?

It's ok.

...

I'm here.

I can do it.

I believe in you.

I can.

...

I can.





Can you? "