Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Loneliness. Do i really matter?

Loneliness. What a sad feeling it is; to be forgotten, to be replaced, to be abandoned. It's a fucking sad feeling. And sometimes i feel that my existence is completely meaningless.

Nobody cares. People say they do. But for how long? If i died, who would care? Yeah people will be sad and mourn, maybe. But after a few months or years, people will gradually forget about you. Or maybe it's just me. I'm not a very popular guy. I'm not even categorised as your average joe. I am just another somebody, i am not worth mentioning, i am not worth existing.

Yeah people say that they care. Mostly empty words. Prove it then, prove that you really care (not with words but with actions), prove that i am worth it, prove that i am not just another guy. Am i really that replaceable? Am i really nobody special? Ask yourselves this: who am i to you. Then prove it. Way too many people have made empty promises and said meaningless words of comfort ad assurance. Prove that you arent lying, prove that you really care. Otherwise, you'd just be the same as the rest, saying empty things and making empty promises. Afterall, all of us never want to experience the feeling of loneliness.

Fake people, liars, backstabbers...there are just way too many of such people. I never want to be one, and i'm hoping no one will. Until then, i guess all that i am is just lonely. Lost, and waiting to be found.

Why can't people be more...understanding(?) I mean. I am willing to sacrifice so much for my friends, even for those i barely know. I always go the extra mile, take risks, sacrifice my all. Yet, why cant people do the same back for me, even if its just a little bit. Cmon. Am i really that insignificant? Am i really a nobody, such that people think they dont have to care about me; about how i feel?

Sometimes i just wish people can step in my shoes and look at things through my perspective. Everything i say, everything i do, the decisions i make, there are always reasons. Its just that most people dont understand, and they judge. Before you do that, pls step in my shoes. Maybe then, you're understand me better. Yep. I just wish people would see things through my perspective. I wish i mattered.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Youth.

Youth, as they say, is precious time. Once gone, never will return.

I guess you could say, most of us are wasting our precious youth away. Youth is the period when we should be carefree, be happy, do anything we want to, live life with no restrictions. Youth is the time when we can do whatever we want. It is the time when we can avoid getting judged by people, with the simple reason being "We are still young".

What are we doing with our life right now? Why are we fighting so hard to stay at the top, when being at the bottom isnt that bad either? When will all these mad struggle end? Who are we and what is our purpose? Where is this going? From a normal person's perspective, i guess they would say the politically correct stuff like. Oh its for our future, our career, to earn money, to be happier. Please. Quit saying the stuff society wants you to say. So many of us are puppets. So few are originals.

Shall continue this soon. But here's a quote to get you thinking:

Many of us simply exist. But how many actually live?

If I.

If I walk, would you run
If I stop, would you come
If I say you're the one, would you believe me
If I ask you to stay, would you show me the way
Tell me what to say, so you don't leave me
The world is catching up to us
But I'm trying for your love
I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We've been hiding enough

If i sing you a song, would you sing along
Or wait till i'm gone, oh how we push and pull
If i give you my heart, would you just play the part, or tell me it's the start of something beautiful
Am i catching up to you
While your running away, to chase your dreams
But I'm trying for your love
I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We've been hiding enough
I will try for your love
I can hide up above
If i walk would you run
If i stop would you come
If i say you're the one, would you believe me