Life Sux

All right, this is a really stupid title... but I care a shit. Life sucks. Sometimes you feel so goddamn alone and you have no one to turn to except this Journal. Somewhere you can just dump your baggage for a while... Temporarily... While you return to collect it with more baggage - excess baggage... Aww, heck whom am I kidding? I'm down and out today. Got the blues... Its a disease that strikes when you're not watching... Slowly creeps up on you and surprises you with that empty feeling that makes you hurt inside. And you end up listening to songs like "More than words" and "Accidentally in love" and NOT singing along. And you feel more alone with 20 people than by yourself. And you feel time's passing you by and everything's just a damned illusion and you're hoping for things that may never happen. Hope thats what this goddamned race lives for. Hope for a better life. Hope for another chance. Hope to find the perfect love. Hope. Hope - damn it. It's just another thing that makes you regret. The what-if and the now what? The confusion and the choices that make you wonder what it is that you really want. And then you have no answer. No answer to why there are lights outside but darkness in you. No answer to why the sound of silence prevails inside you when there is an endless cacophony outside.

No answers. At all.