Life is filled with such interesting quandaries. I'm not really sure what else I want to write down because I can't seem to put things together in my head anymore. There's just confusion, mixed with conundrum's, overshadowed by enigma's; all encompassed by agendas, surrounded by political correctness.

Have I used that before? Have I said this before? I'm not sure about anything anymore, or was I ever certain about anything, ever? I remember a time when I thought things made sense. Or was it all an illusion? Love, hate, compassion, dislike, faithful and distrust; all these things are blurred - tainted by each other. There's no reason for me to feel empty and unwanted -rejected by the very world I wish to find sanctuary in - because I'm not defined by the outside world. I'm defined by the inner realm of myself. Why should a human crave the attention of other's when it's seldom reciprocated?

Hate the stars I was born under.

Loathe the fate before me.

Burn the world asunder.

Only chaos there do I see.