Fuxk spelling and grammer, deal with it typos and all, misspellings and all:
days like these I just wonder what's the point.
Not of living, but more of caring. Why should I care? Why should anyone care? What's the point of it? Is there a point? does it make us better people are something?
I don't realy know, does anyone know?
So many question marks pleuging my thoughts and words and concepts and ideas. But I guess that is how things go sometimes. Whatever, I'll get used to it, or deal with it, or kill people. Ha! I don't htink I would ever be able to kill another person. I really would not want to. God maybe I could. That thought scares me, fills me with terror, dread and fright. Not a fun thinkg to think of so I'll move on to another.
Perhaps the world could be perfect if only the mindsets of people changed. We can do it, I raelly belive that we can, it just is going to take a lot of effort from all of us. We need to understand that things do not come easily and that things require work. If we work our asses off, I really do believe, maybe because I'm an optimist, that we can change things. It can be done. Nothing is imposossible. Nothing. That's a fact. Sure somethings are higlyl unlikely to happen, but there are a lot of things that can be done. A lot. We can change the world, its's not that complicated, it's not that hard, we can do it. I just wish that other people thought like that as wel, that would make for a fanstasitc world where people gave a damn and triced to change it.
*sigh* I just want people to care. That's not that much to ask is it? Just give half a fuxk. Not to other people, ubt to things. Should I give my fuxk to those that don't return it? *sigh*
Damnit I hate this wor.ld.
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