(Fall)Out Of Place

It Would Seem That The Law On P2P Mentioned Before Has Been Passed, And Well, Let's Just Say That Things Don't Look Too Good From Here On Out.

Can't Say It's Unexpected Though. In A World Where Honour, Justice, Virtue And Kindness Were A Thing Of The Past, It Seems That We Are Going Even Further Back Than That, That Is The Time When The Only Thing That Mattered Was The Survival Of The Fittest, Only With A Twist. Today It Is Known As The ‘Survival Of The Richest’ Where Only The Rich Survive And The Richest Of The Rich Rule. So I’m Not So Surprised Anymore That Some People Will Stop At Nothing Until Their Bank Account Balance Has More Numbers Than Their Bank Account Number, Even If This Means Others Will Have To Sell A House To Afford Something That Has The ‘Original’ Stamp Somewhere On It, In Which That Stamp Itself Might Cost No More Than A Toothpick.

Rant Number 2

It’s Ironic, Really, How People Are Inclined To Tell Others How To Live Their Lives, And These People, More Often Than Not, Are The Very Ones That Have Played A Major Role In Destroying It. That Said,I Will Not Condemn The Elders For Ordering Their Pawns Around ‘For Their Own Good’ Nor Will I Scorn ‘Friends’ Who Tell People To Rob The Poor To Feed The Rich ‘Out Of Concern’. This Is, After All, Human Nature. It Is Very Natural Indeed For Us To Want Others To Imitate Ourselves Because We Assume What Works For Us Will Work For Others As Well, Because Others Are Just Like Us; Human. It’s Like Telling A Gambler To Go All Out Because When You Had A Hand Like His You Were Winning. Or A Coolie Telling A Rich Kid How Hard He Has To Work To Afford A Cup Of Coffee. Yeah, Right. The Kid’s Parents Could Afford To Buy The Atlantic Ocean For All You Know.

That Is Why, The Best Of My Friends Are Those Whom I Go Out With, Craptalk About Everything (Each Other Even, Sometimes), Hell, Do Everything True Friends Do To Each Other, The Only Exception Being Telling Each Other How To Live Life. And I Really Can't Wait To Do All Of That All Over Again With Them After My Exams Are Over.

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I’d Probably Be Happier If I Believed In Fate/Destiny And Told Myself That This Rotten Timetable For Next Semester And Exams Was Just Due To Bad Luck Instead Of Some Retard Setting Them The Way They Did. Then Again, It Might Probably Be Less Agonizing To Shoot Myself In The Head. Also, It Seems That Being Depressed Is Having A Mental Disorder. Then, In Other Words, My Dream Came True, Only That I’m Not Mentally Ill Enough To Kill Whoever Deserves My Wrath And Walk Away Scott-Free.

Adieu To Y’all. And More Of The World According To Clarkson For Me.