Thursday, May 27, 2004

Blame yourself or blame me, it's still just us that are to blame. Blame them, blame us, we're still all animals. Sit around and talk about it. Wait for the next blast, wipe the bits of people we didn't know off our faces and start talking again. When it finally hits you that it could be you next time, either run away or walk and wait to die a pointless death.

In this, the story of my life, I am the protagonist, therefore I cannot possibly die. How can the story progress without me? How can the world but stop? I forget though, for each one of us, everyone else is expendable. To someone else, I am expendable in the fight for whatever good they believe they're fighting for.

I prefer the word struggle more than fight. Struggle implies something has hold of you and you want to get rid of it. You are the attackee and you are struggling against your oppressor. The word fight implies that you may be the aggressor. You may well have initiated the attack, and the demons that are attacking you may be in your head, but you lash out against the externals. Isn't it time you realized that all those demons you think you're fighting against really are inside you? Stop killing innocents when you're the one who's fucked up and needs to be put out of your misery.

Misha at Thursday, May 27, 2004

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