What's the point of staying alive if you are not living? Say i died. Some will rejoice at the loss of yet another irritant, icky sticky pad, bottom-of-the-bottomest societal scum. Others couldnt and wont be bothered. And the best yet, The Rest will not even realise what happened, not until they need a favor at least.

Call me morbid. i've always imagined what it'd be like the moment i died, when the soul rises and sees myself lying motionless on the empty deserted highway, covered in blood. No one to take me by his arms and tell me to wake up. No one weeping over me. No one standing by in shock, thinking how could this ever have happened. No, on one at all. just me and my vehicle (just to make me happier now... make this a merc SL series). Then comes the news the next day. "Girl found dead on highway. It has been postulated by the experts that the most apparent cause is atrocious driving....." What the @#$%^&#&???? ATROCIOUS DRIVING?! not me. the day i start learning how to manoeuver the machine, i'll do it proper and WELL. promise. So anyway, at the funeral, everyone will be bored. The place is empty. And the poor soul wants out FAST. so it wanders away. afterall, there's nothing in this world worth staying on for. It's better off somewhere else, somewhere out there, over the rainbow.

Without me, the world goes on as per se. Nothing changes for man. It's the man that changes the world. not me though. I just want to disappear from the face of this earth. Either that or give me a transmogrifier, i want to turn into someone else happier and loved. Its not nice to feel unwanted. leechy. moody. depressed. and to be typing this out here now.

I just want to be happy. happier. just not moody or depressed. WHY Is it so difficult?

Sorry to those who are having the high time of their lives now. But i'd really wish for the end of the world soon. When meteorites are approaching, loved ones savouring their last moments together, the unloved hopeful and aerosmith crooning to I Dont Want To Miss A Thing in the background. Isn't it perfect? That way, we start all over again, preferably without me. I m a loser ok? i m afraid things will turn out like now in this lifetime again. i want out.

But if every living thing has got to come back living, just make me a tiger. calvin's best friend.

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