Lost...

The point of it all is what?

Why am I living to try and change the world?

What good is it helping ignorant fucks?

I mean, Joe Blow is still going to drink his beer and cheer his NASCAR even if I push Mankind to the stars.

He'll benefit, but will he know why? No.

Sometimes, I hate this world.

But you know what?

I ALWAYS hate people.


I feel: >80 Angry. All of a sudden like.