Trodden on by many relentless feet,
With a weary heart I pull my soul along.
Along this lone highway of destituteness
Which chaps the lips and makes the fulfilled thirsty.

Nothing makes the heart grow there.
Nothing eggs the weary one on.
No love is given.
No sympathy shown.

O when will this somnolent journey end?

Haah. Something is wrong with me. I'm reeling into an endless abyss of malaise. So when I get sadder and sadder, I become more profound and profound, according to some standards.

But I have one big problem. Whutonearth is this person's problem??!!??! You hate competitiveness, then give it up! Why did you start it in the first place? I assure you, if it would make you glad, then leave. Leave. Don't make me feel awful. Leave.But I hate competitiveness too. It's just not right now. At this age. It's so not healthy. It's awful for the mind. Eeeks. Geez, I dislike someone to an extent that it even scares me. God help me.

I realise when one wants to physically run away from things, it becomes harder because you're stepping out of your comfort zone, and thrust into something so blindingly new. So why are you running away when you're just entering into another fix? I keep asking myself that...and the thing is that, when you run away, you're starting life anew, where the problems of the past are buried deep, deep in your backyard, and preferably forgotten until someone digs it up again. I hate confronting someone, and I always try to run, and no matter where I try to go, it's like air, getting to everyone, no matter what. They creep into every crook and cranny, they go into your system, and ultimately, it gets to the mind, and it claims your soul. And if you get stuck in vacuum, it's worse, you lack what you need. Your system shuts down. And you shrivel..keel..oh! It's just cruel to think about it.

I think that's enough of scaring for a day. Cheerios.