Sometimes I wonder why i even bother to bother about other people's problems when I don't even have enough time to bother about my own bothersome bothers.
And then SOME people think that I shouldn't be complaining. Well, if i want to complain, I am jolly well going to complain, never mind your incessant preaching in my ear about how I shouldn't complain because you got more important stuff to do than me. I might not be anything great, but that doesn't make you great.
In fact, you are nothing more than a lousy sack of potatoes.
Sod it. No one will understand what on earth I am talking about anyway. And I don't want anyone to know.
Please do not read whatever is below if you do not like the way I think.
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After thinking long and hard, I realised its just you pitted against the world. No one will truly understand your problems or do their best to help you solve them. Its a selfish world, you care for you and yourself only, and care about others only when you have the time to spare. All the talk about friendship being blahblahblah is partially fake (bullshit) and you know it. Even your own mother will not always have the time to care about you all the time.
Its the same for everyone. So I guess there is fairness in unfairness. But, even so, life is still so imperfect, so hard, so difficult, so trying.
You are alone, I am alone, everyone is actually alone in this selfish world. We are all just fellow competitors in the race of life.
And then you realise that all those partially crap concepts were just created as a form of consolation for mankind, and then suddenly the world does not seem as great as it once was to you.
Face it. You want the best for yourself. Everything we do, has something to do with making ourselves seem to be a 'more successful' person. We yearn to gain respect and recognition, and we try to hide out flaws as much as possible, and we work hard to be a more 'perfect' person. We secretly want to be better than others, as much as we try to appear as humble and dignified beings.
My life is all about me, your life is all about you. Sadly, we can never change it.
This is the way the world was, is, and will be.
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