confession

i am not philosophical. i am not fucking deep. i am no more superior than the little shit next

door snorting coke off his obviously oblivious mother's bureau. i am no more than an immature,

irresponsible, fucking loser; addicted to myself and shooting up straight ego like a god damned junk

head.i have nothing new to say and no new way to say all the old shit, and i never will. even this

heartfelt, epiphanous confession is trite and worn out as every other hollywood sequel or fuck up.

i am a typical, foul-mouthed, teenaged fuck. i am malnourished. underfed and oversexed. what i

have i did not earn. everything i know has been handed to me. i haven't worked a day in my damned life.

i'm one more digit on the hand that is the population of apathetic, unappreciative, antagonistic,

arrogant, undeserving teenaged parasites, living off what we can take and what is given to us. we are

draining society of all integrity and dignity it ever thought it had. and we are savoring every fucking

drop.

is this natural? is this the way it works? is this life? am i the only one who realises this? or

perhaps it's not a realisation. perhaps it's just a belief. either way, if i'm the only one, there may be

hope for me yet. i say now, relapsing into an ego daze, perhaps i am the one who will open all the eyes.

perhaps i am the redeemer. maybe i am salvation. or maybe this is no more than an ego hallucination. i

can't tell the difference anymore. i'm too far gone...