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Monday, March 7, 2005


   Tasuke...
Help... please. I'm really worried about Purgatory. She keeps on wanting to cut herself. I've been dragged down by that sickness before and it's not a pleasant thing. Please, someone help me to help her. I don't want her to cut herself. I don't want her to die. Just please... help. I've been thinking about things... who are we to judge everyone? Who are we to judge everything? What are we? Yes, we are shells made of skin and bone and filled with blood, but behind that primitave view of humans, there is so much more. There is sorrow. There is anger. There is love. There is doubt. We have dreams. We have hopes. Someone doesn't just give it to us, we aquire it ourselves. We're fragile things, if touched the wrong way, we shall break. We have tears that flow from our eyes and blood that flows through our veins. Humans are intresting, yet vile things. We ridicule and torture each other just to see them squirm. What kind of organism does that? We are nothing but barbarians, cannibals, and fools. There is no arguing about it. We are just a pile of flesh waiting to rot.


Come to me, my child. Let me embrace you and wash away your fears. There are no shadows in my love.

Life sucks. But we have to get through it and help each other. We can perhaps break through that disgusting shell we are reclused in and show that we do have a good side to us and we're not all that bad. Don't take life so seriously. No one gets out alive.

Sorry if I was really depressing in this post. I'm just being all psychological and crap like that.



See you guys later.

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