All of this analysis, these repurcussions, these engaging ideas and its relevant sub ordinate fucked up properties. I have come to only one conclusion and that is this life is not for me. Having challenged myself and plotting against me, I have moved to a stage of self derogatory and hateful regret, making me think of all the consequences that i have endured or expected will endure. Relating to them and making statements which are equally superflous. I can justify that all is a waste. The meaninglessness has overwhelmed, empowered and obscured the mind. It has become like a splinter in my mind, making me believe that possible illusions of the mind are relevant and mechanical. This lifestlye drains you out, for sure but more than that it makes you stop thinking, which i believe is worse than suicide. But making count of the much avoided sociological makeup of the mind. I can feel that i can judge a better tomorrow though at the cost of my life.
How a man needs a source of inspiration is inspirational itself. Making thought provoking and conscious ideas which need to be subjected to a self governing awareness and leads you to build on the depreciated costs and binding forecasts of methodical purpose and also needs to be occured in a state that has never occured, never orderd or bothered, untill reached a self realising state of nothingness. Only to be governed by an obscure needless idea, of maniacal consciousness. This allows us to consider the proximity of the near by authoritative nature of self regulatory consciousness, echoed by words of fortitude. But again only leading to an ultimatum of knowing the good from the bad. Its good but it has an existence beacuse of bad, so how do you define bad???
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