The end of immortality

Fading is my confidence,
Lost is my coherence,
Is this a sign of my mortality,
Or am I losing my sanity?

Will I share the fate of the lotus eater,
Or will my suffering be much greater?

Perhaps in the end it matters not,
For even losing battles must be fought,
Knowing I've strived for the best that could be,
Empowered the few who matter to me,
That, is my unofficial victory.

Take a bloody hint, you necrophilic cunt!!!

It is amazing sometimes. People who you barely know anymore speak to you once a year at most, not in person, just to say something trivial like ‘happy birthday’ which they are not even sincere about. Why do people even bother to commit such trivial hypocrisy when the disadvantages outnumber the benefits infinite to none?

To the bastards who have stopped committing this foolish deed i.e. terminated all forms of contact permanently, well, good for you. Though it took you bunch long enough to realize what you did was incorrigible and have finally moved on. To the arseholes who still continue to do this, wise up, fools. Then again, if that was possible, what happened wouldn’t have happened in the first bloody place. So no need to wise up (since you can’t, anyway), but get the message, then move on.

Some of you may say ‘don’t make permanent decisions based on temporary emotions’. If you do, then you are an idiot, because, well just imagine what one was put through if one has to make such a decision, so that one doesn’t have to go through that again. Especially when those words come from the cause of all the agony. It’s like a thief telling the owner of the house he/she looted to ‘don’t permanently decide to lock the door at night just because you feel threatened the other night’. Bollocks. Complete bollocks.

Adieu to y’all. To the bastards and arseholes, permanently, I hope.