Saturday, October 21, 2006

Tempestous.

I wonder what came over me today. This sudden deluge of negativity and rejection awash, I feel so poisoned, vehement, almost afire. Slowing down to think and ponder calmed me somewhat. I simply desire solitude. Is that a gift, a freedom so difficult to grant? Everyday i live simply saps upon my already limited and strained sanity, i fear i may snap. Everytime i come back into the real world, it seems as though i just phased out from a vacumn, everything is so fucking routine. I finish my damned duty, book out for the night, come back home to be fawned upon like some little twit, fussing over every little thing, then i wake up the next accursed morning, heading back to camp to renew this dreadful cycle. Sometimes i dont even get home. I scream to nothingness, where is my personal space and liberty that i held so dear. Now it is so forcefully wrested from me, while i could do nothing. I have to go home and face the irate sister who's pissed because she's using my things. What bitter.. bitter irony. And i am deposed from my room, no more than a visitor, acting to the whims of a little brat. Because why, i'm not even sure if i live here anymore. What's mine has become but another illusion.

Where is my personal space? It doesn't exist anymore, it has been plundered, invaded, raped. Sometimes i just want out of this world. Just me, myself and i, alone in my quiet contemplations, now where has that gone? That, along with my social life went out of the window months ago. How did i survive this long? I don't want to have to come homw to face a grumpy sister in my room, complaining, whining... GOD! NO WHINING! Find it no different from a dumpster downstairs, completely unrecognisable, nearly uninhabitable. My personal space... Obliterated. Just like that. Privacy, space, peace... Where are all that now? When can i be spared the ceaseless questionings, neverending fusses coming from her stream of consciousness. Sadly no different from a fly buzzing in my ears. I am no kid. I want none of it no more. Cohabit with an adult, not fuss over a little boy. Give me space and quiet.

My mind is a blank right now, a vacumn ready to implode anytime. Dont spark it.

Empty. Empty. Empty.
So hollow the heart that thunders.

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