The Meaning…
Recently, I’ve just wondered about the meaning of my existence. Looking at myself, there’s probably not much good I can say about myself. I’ve dropped out of school, have no job, spend my time “logged into the matrix”. I’m just a pushover, I’m too nice, people use me as a comic relief. Every little thing I do, no matter how hard I try, seems to just irritate and aggravate people other than making them like me at least a bit. Seems that nothing ever really goes my way. One moment of happiness is then followed by much sorrow. Probably that’s why I prefer to “log in to the matrix”. At least I don’t have anyone to really please there. No one there to judge me, or make fun of me. A world of mine own, like the one that’s in my head, where I can leave my troubles behind, at least for a while. But then, the sad thing is, I have to come back to reality. Painful reality.
