I don't think I believe in world peace anymore. It's just something that is too unnatural and far way for us to reach out and hold onto, for this world of ours.I mean, I remember back in elementary school when all we learned about was world peace and "saving the animals." But eventually we would all figure out that that was just another unreachable lie, one that is only a dream and nothing more...

So, I'm a bit annoyed when it comes down to the fact that I suck at writing, art, and the lack of motivation that keeps me from getting better at either of them. It really sucks. Oh, and journaling/blogging sucks, too. I had this all written down in my head last night, and I can't remember a damn thing, let alone set it free. I guess I have my childhood to blame for that, and for the fact that I...

Bleh... Life so meaningless yet appetizing all in one... I hate it but I cant get enough of it. I fall before I can walk; boundaries enclosed in a shapeless box of nothingness and here we are in a utopia so close to ours that distorts reality. I am tired... of the illusions of our world. Nothing ever seems quite real... my flesh, my body, my sight... seems so vaguely surreal... keep dreaming,...