Reflecting thy flaws

i wondered for the first time in my life,
if life was worth all the work it took to live.
what exactly made it worth it?
what's so horrible about being dead forever
and not feeling anything and not dreaming?
what's so great about feeling and dreaming?
(i hate this its depressing)

Rejection& lost are synonymous. After a momentary introduction with reject, you end up staggering in a farinaceous fog especially when you don't have the illusion of life. Well you know you'll still live& you can't relent to demise but you'll dread gettin up everyday struggling to be self sufficient in something you don't like which may provide a conception of no assurance. You then start to think about all the hapless people in worst scenerios& you stab yourself imbecile.

Being in a world with -100% hope you start to relent to depression at sparodic times You then have God to remind you this is the way i want your life to be& you believe him so much you scrap the thought of trashing yourself just to make sure once again there's something beautiful waiting for you.

Anyway the initial experience to celebrate rock well experimental genre included too needs a little makeup. My usual Bobbi Brown eyeliner, Dior mascara& skinfood loose powder. Unfortunately we didn't stay to see Saw loser or Stars don't fall due to lack of dollars to go home. Yes Dan& me are broke. I'm gonna be till i get a job. Anyway i didn't get to see the mosh pit. I was too short'_____' so no tasty info here though there were many naked asses. As they were called by the FM muttons. Anyhow we wanted to cheer nicky at FarEast before that but but but i was caught in something above mentioned. Well.. that's all for now.