LOL, I was lying on my sofa, listening to an awesome mix of dark tunes (RADIO SILENCE mixed by INBETWEEN INTERVAL), when I suddenly thought of you, MJM.
I thought, MJM has read my post and has replied
Isn't that wierd?

Anyways, go back to bed? lol
Tried that, it don't work

Someone once commented that they thought that I just convince myself that I'm depressed, when I have no reason to be.
Maybe they're right, but I do find a sense of familiarity with my darkness - afterall, a pessimist is never disappointed, is he?

Ha, it seems so long ago that I last felt 'hope'.
I used to be a sheep, and thought that my life was about how much money I could accrue, and how many possessions I had amassed. 'Hope' was about material wealth, but that isn't the way to happiness. I used to think that there was someone special. Someone that I could communicate with on every level, who would electrify every nerve in my body to a state of euphoria. Someone of which I could find nothing unacceptable about them.

So much for hope.
So much for dreams.

They say that it is 'better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all' - a rather ridiculous statement in my opinion.
Some people search their whole lives for such a thing, and often they are left wanting. So, to have finally found such rare treasure, and be forced to let it go, ever out of reach, is somehow better than to die wondering? I'm not so sure.

Briefly, the dream became reality - albeit a rather translucent one, and now I'm haunted by the memories of what could have been.

I accept the situation...I have no choice...but it doesn't make the pain any easier to bear.
And irony is a cruel joke.

Going to bed just brings the dreams back
Waking up just kicks me in the teeth

Que sara sara, as they say, I'm just a passenger on the train of life, chuggin along to the sound of the 'clickity-clack', waiting for the last stop.

^^(I quite liked that bit)^^

It's all cool, MJM
There's always 'hope'....bwhahahahaha
x
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