Need Before Greed
The things that we need and things that we want are quite different. Sometimes we confuse those two. Most of the time, we convince ourselves that those two are the same.
I wanted to become a Firefighter when I was 6. And then I wanted to become something else, later.
As of late, I decided to give up on the idea of wanting to become something. I decided that I need to become something. Something important, something useful. Without usefulness, what is the point of holding on to it? If my life isn’t useful, all I am doing is wasting every bit of resource that could have gone to someone else. If I decide to live such a useless life, I become nothing but a greedy prick holding back everyone, and holding on to every single, pitiful breathe that I don’t need.
If I am not needed, what is the point of carrying on? If the world does not, even better, cannot find a need for me, should I be continuing on this sorry life, after all these years? How many more people should I hold back, hoping that I find what I can be used for?
What do I need, what do I need, what do I need…
I want to die.
But I need to get my life together.
Q
do you have any favorite bloooogs? which ones?!love yourrrs
from:Anonymous
A
Hello,
Not blogs per say but here are some tumblrs.
http://mermaidporn.tumblr.com/
http://watertalkradio.tumblr.com/
http://jessicaclark.tumblr.com/
http://theonetrackmind.tumblr.com/
http://doctorinternet.tumblr.com/
Thanks for liking mine. I should update some more, huh?
As I try (not) to.
Play by the Rules.
Grew up playing video Games.
Grew up, then started to Drink.
Regards to Innocence.
Golden cartridge Zelda found it.
Bronze swigs of Jack Daniel’s took it.
Independence Day.
Playing with things from Japan.
Living in things from America.
Sleeping Arrangements.
Twin size bed, Afraid of the dark.
King size bed, the Glass castle.
Growing Up.
Defining the unDefinable.
Un-define the Defined.
Missing People
About that.
I mean, we all walk by, bump into, look at a ton of strangers. But among them, there is The One that stands out. The One that pops out, you never forget. You dream of becoming friends, you think of talking to ( ), but in reality, catching a glimpse of ( ) is enough.
Now then, what happens if that’s not enough?
What happens if you want to talk? What happens if you want to be friends? What happens if you want to be more than friends?
Let’s get this straight though. This isn’t love or any kind of pure affection. It’s more of an obsession. Obsession towards a stranger. A fantasy. A very-private fantasy.
Back to the point, if you do want to develop a very one sided relationship, by all means go for it. But. But, you have to find that stranger first.
How? Wait at the same place where you met ( )? Ask people if they have seen This stranger? No. There is no how. You just sit. You just sit and let your twisted fantasy do the work.
Let ( ) be yours.
Find those missing people.
Can’t sleep
The TV talks to me and my girl sleeps on my bed, alone.
I can’t sleep, i feel lonely.
I don’t know what I want, I just stay awake.
It’s just nothing.
APPRX. 1YR.
Past 2 days.
The love of my life is sleeping behind me.
I don’t want her to wake up.
I don’t want to up.
Coping with normality
So, I came to terms with reality.
I am NOTHING but normal.
It’s been fun dreaming and denying.
I’ll see you on the other side.
I’ll be dreaming soon, very soon.
