A collection of short stories

Insanity

Nothing is still technically something, for there to be nothing there needs to have been something first. Something is still something and nothing is not something. Wake up and look around you, tell me what you see. There is nothing, it's all a lie. Your eyes are deceiving you, it's not real, nothing is real. Wake up. Come to the real world. Where is it? Right here. Where is it? Inside your head, where everything is. wake up already it's 12 past noon and you are still not awake. How can this be? This isn't at all how it's supposed to work, you are supposed to wake up. Look at what you are doing sitting there reading this odd yet horrendously mediocre rant repeating the same things over and over again. Oh how very, very, original, is it not? Can you confirm? I doubt that nothing will ever truly be confirmed or denied unless it is for your specific biases in which case it will always be confirmed and never denied just like (insert horrific tragedy here) see look I made a template out of it, isn't that neat? Now be sure to not use it at all because that is fucking worthless. Isn't it odd how we form patterns? Doesn't patterns just ruin an entire experience? Oh, the unbearable loneliness of being right on the internet, oh woe is me, what ever shall thy do? Oh no! Oh gee golly gee, Isn't life great? Isn't it just amazing, the affects one guy could have on millions upon millions of people. Oh wow, you sure do seem to be getting bored. Is it because I'm repeating the same fucking things over and over and over again like a broken record? Maybe it's a cry for help or maybe I just want to die. Fuck if any of that matters who gives a flying space monkey about the past its all about the here and now. Isn't life just so neat sometimes, I mean, just look at cats and dogs, mans best friends, a dog/cat will never judge you for your mistakes or oversights its a fucking dog. What's it going to do, talk, complain? Dogs can't complain. Yet life really would be boring if it's just sunshine and rainbows, wouldn't it? If you live in the sunshine all day you just might get sun burnt and if you live in the shade all day you might just die. It's always nice to maintain a healthy balance of the two. Sometimes I would make stuff like the art above this text in school and often a friend of mine would ask what in the fuck am I doing to which I would respond "I have no clue" and I still have no clue. What the fuck am I doing with my life? The answer is simple: nothing. I'm wasting my time and effort on stuff like the horribly mediocre art above and this horrendously cringey text. I have no pride in anything. Why are we still here just to- oh wait, I've already said that one million times over. Looks like I'm repeating myself, caught in a loop. Oh no, here I go, round and round in this loop repeating myself like a broken toy. It's never ending (insert clever yet overdone comment on life here) oh no looks like I did it again. Uh oh, I have no brain and I must think, I have no mouth and I must scream, I have no eyes and I must see, who am I? I am you of course. I am the embodiment of all your horrors and miseries: the fly in your shoe, the thorn in your side, the devil on your shoulder, the demon in your head and the shadows that lurk in the dark.