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I am 'not'

The universe is infinite. You know that, I know that and seven billion people know that.

How many of them accept that?

How many of us believe in chance?

How many of us believe that we can control ourselves.

You have really got to be kidding me when you say that YOU control your life!

Let me tell you something now. It's quite hard to take in, but just try to.

Now don't think I'm acting all preachy and stuff, I'm not preaching.

If you think I am being preachy, however, then by all means please go fuck yourself.

Now that I've gotten that out of my system, let's get to where I am leading you towards.

You can not control what happens to you nor can you control what you feel, especially if you're a teenager like me. Earth is fucked up alright. There isn't much we can individually do about that. But we can change our individual selves.

Again, if (like me), you think that you do not, or cannot control what you feel, then please, hit yourself with a fucking brick. My little piece of shit body will do what I tell it to do. I have had enough. You have had enough. All your little ramblings and whine-in-ings (ignore that) have already stopped you from taking the opportunities that you could have had but you couldn't because you didn't have the courage, the drive, the motivation. You body just stopped responding, it was like your body had never really been yours. It belongs to some fucking demon whose out to destroy you by controlling your body.

But seriously though, we all have had enough.

Who will console us except our own selves. Let me make this clear: nobody will care for you, nobody does.

What?

What's that? You think *name* really cares for you? HA FUCKING HA!

*heavy British accent* Oh that's laughable! Really, to think that you are being cared for, mate!

We are seven billion atoms living within a speck of dirt we call Earth. It won't take a moment for some interstellar being to beat the living daylights out of Earth. All seven billion of us, washed away, just like that.

You know what? I envy you. I envy you because you don't get to live everyday thinking that although minute, there is a chance you could be crushed down by a huge rock some unfortunate day.

But envy, they say, has it's benefits too. Envy is my main driving force. It is the only reason I keep on living. To be like you one day. To live without fear, to die without fear. To be able to walk along the sidewalk without feeling everybody's eyes on me, feeling god's eyes on me.

*PREACH MODE, ACTIVATE!*

We have been scarred by our society, my fellow brothers and sisters! And it is with great sorrow that I unfold upon you the truth.

THE TRUTH WHICH WILL SET YOU FREE!!!

And free, my brothers, we are not, for many a heavy burden have befallen us.

I HEAR MY CHILDREN CALLING OUT TO ME!!!

"SAVE US, LORD", "HELP US, LORD"

Ohhhhhhh, how I cry, ohhh how tears of blood roll down my rosy cheeks, the droplets rottening my skin as they go by!

OH, GOOD LORD MOSES!, OHHHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH, I'VE BEEN HIT, I'VE BEEN HIT!!!

WHO THE FUCK DARES COMMIT SUCH A HEINOUS CRIME?

WHO THREW THESE IMPURE UNDERWEAR ON ME?

MOTHERFUCKER WHY DON'T YOU COME ON OVER HERE, UPON WHERE THE LORD'S SERMON IS SAID. I'LL SHOW YOU HOW GOD FUCKED THE SODOMITES UP WHEN I PUT MY STAFF UP YOUR HAIRY LITTLE ARSE!

*PREACH MODE, DEACTIVATE!* *PREACH MODE, DEACTIVATE GODDAMIT!*

Thank God, I managed to handle my "preach mode" powers before things went out of hand.

Now, ignore everything that happened earlier, let's get back to our main topic.

:) (That is a smiley face)

What?

Well, not everybody knows it's a smiley face. Just because you and I do doesn't mean everybody does too.

God! it's like talking to a wall with ADHD.

ANYFUCKINGWAYS, back to our topic:

So, we are all alone and seven billion and shit, and I envy you and stuff. Quantum Physics, Friedrich Nietzsche, Einstein and shit.

But, still we really are alone when we think about it, right? We will all go into some graveyard with a petunia growing up our ass. It's scary when you think about it man. Please do think about it, though.

Because there is no reality, only the things you and I have invented.

Adios, for now. I think my sanity is returning.