The Ramblings

The Ramblings of a Fucking Suicidal

It’s so fucking cold….and I’m not referring to the weather. It’s almost as though all warmth of human flesh has faded and my bones have forgotten the touch and heat. My flesh, albeit human, gives less comfort as each passing day turns to night as I ramble meaninglessly in these halls. Loneliness itself has become my only partner, as if it were an entity unto itself rather than a feeling, a reality, and I know only one thing for certain. Nah…there is no certainty in this chapter of my life.


The touch of another living being seems to have faded long ago, and I draw further into the web of my meanderings of ceaseless philosophies. I care less and less about my surroundings and their goings-on daily, but something within me longs for those things. Heh…as if there was anything left inside of me…


In a time when emotions would seem pointless, I have an abundance thereof, but no one is there to listen to my rambling despite the ceiling-high count of all the times I’ve heard them spill their thoughts upon me. I am cold towards the people around me, yet they’ll never know the difference because my existence continues to go unnoticed by those soulless pricks. Maybe I used to be one of those popular fucks, but I don’t care to remember a time when I was socially active.

I don’t know…maybe I’m just depressed for no reason at all, but it pains me nonetheless. Metaphorically, I have but one road down which I may travel, and the rest have diverted themselves as to avoid ever confronting me again. They have barred their gates, and I stand, a lonely traveler, outside of their city in despair. I can see into a tavern window from where I am, but no one offers me entrance of comfort.


I am lonely…and with each passing breath I wish for an end to this misery called life.

Hmm. Nice and depressing. Reminds me of the kind of thing I used to write often (I've been meaning to start up again).

i wont reply to this, but i read it

LordHangnail wrote:Hmm. Nice and depressing. Reminds me of the kind of thing I used to write often (I've been meaning to start up again).

Yea...oddly enough, I'm a fairly happy person in reality, but whenever I write, it always turns out depressing.

Same with me. I guess it's how I let out all of my "dark emotions" or whatever. A lot of my friends rag on me for it and call me "emo", but in reality I'm nothing like that either. Haha.

hahaha...YOU EMO, YOU!!!!

LOLOLOL

Not really. =P