I thought I had found my place. Between the nearly death, on the darkest, deepest corner of the web… But I was wrong. I don’t belong here. I don’t think I belong anywhere at all, for that matter.
I don’t think I can die so easily. Not yet. I don’t deserve it. I will walk some more, live some more. Look for my graveyard, somewhere to die, someone to die with, perhaps.
Good luck.
What’s left when everything’s over? When you know the answers, when you understand?
When you are over the world, past the reality, into the truth… what’s over?
Why live, why die, when there are no more stages in this game?
Do you know that feel, when you already finished your exam, and everybody around you is still looking for the answers? The emptiness, the satisfaction, the uncertainty…
That feeling is the only thing left.
I would say I had a terrible childhood. But it wouldn’t be true. I wasn’t popular, but never severely bullied either. I was your normal nerd, with good grades (but not too good), few friends and a passion for books. And that’s everything I remember from then.
When I was about 15, I started to understand the world. I felt frustrated by not having answer to some questions, and started looking deeper into myself and into the world. I rationalized everything, and got a working schema of reality. I thought that was all, and was anxious to get that knowledge to the rest of the people. […]
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