I'd like to do something interesting. I want to do something. It's just so unrealistic to do something interesting, at least in my bed, friday night, drinking coca cola, reading some stories of people who go out and live, or just notice that there is something around them. I am alone and there's only void, dunno what to do to break the void and get out there and feel like life is less void, not to find some purpose, just to find that someone else would think that I am a valuable human being. I feel I am, just don't know how can anybody else know if there's only void.
I should not be like this, I know that, even in this void, this is just some kind of illusion and we are all the same thing beneath. But at least I'd like to go out and have a drink instead of feeling embarrassingly underrated, mistaken, unknown.
I just don't know.
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Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
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