Sometimes it seems as if the world has abandoned you, leaving you on the doorstep of life, without a speck of encouragement or hope. Those glares, those shoulders that turn, a mad exclamation to be quiet. That’s when you decide to ignore it all, to cover all that pain and hurt with drinking. Right, that helps, you actually look up to someone, and then, he turns you off with and icy stare. But I keep coming back, trying to reach him. When will he learn? When will I learn? Will I ever get him to understand I care about things, about him? Probably never. Perhaps only in death.

The world is a pitfall of misery, like a bad dream, a big bundle of les miserables, if you will. Must life always be like this? Is there a way out, a way to be accepted? Oh, yes, everyone knows me as the skeptic, cynical, wine cask. I hear what they say. None of them listen, or understand. When will I understand this thing, life?

- R

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