Years ago I thought I was a saint, that I'd cure cancer, that I'd end wars with just a voice, but now I can only think about one thing. How can life change so quick, this life, it's inconsistent, it's a thrill, it's a chill, it's Fear, and sometimes its beer. Free from oppression, and yet people find ways to beat themselves. Monsters are everywhere, in you, in me. They speak to you, they convince you, and they kill you. Friends try to pull you away from them, but it just helps them in the end. Family tries to make you forget them, but it only reminds you of them. The only way to beat the monsters is to face them, to not give in to be them, to keep looking forward as if nothing ever was there. With little knowledge of when it's there, how is one supposed to defend themselves. Keep looking forward, never back. Keep moving, never stopping.
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Happy and Derranged
RandomI'm going to be writing a series of stories, hopefully all pretty short. They will show my frustration with life and the people around me. They'll also show what interests me.
