You see, to me, everything seems as it is. Because it is. I feel like everything is pointless. Though everything was made as it is, to be enjoyed. And a sacrifice must be paid to have joy, the sacrifice is to not have joy by having pain. I must've been born to a world of confusion, because i feel their is no point in giving definitions to the tangible. And that i should just rather let everything be seen as intangible, an organized confusion, that doesn't really pertain to me. Reality, to put it simply, just seems too much for me to be able to work with. So much problems, with solutions that cause more problems. It seems the only solution to get rid of the problem is to kill it completely. I thought of suicide many times, but I can't seem to get myself to do it. Emotions takeover, and i could never literally get myself to take logical steps to take an action to put an end to myself. Then I thought about going Joker-status, going completely evil, and taking it lightly as to be joking over it, and destroying the world just to fix these endless problems we are suffering. All in all, we are all predestined. Some were born to understand. Some were born to misinterpret. Some were born to confuse. Some were born to organize. Hell, I feel like a blur and I wasn't destined to be anything but a blur. That my life was made for suffering, just so everyone else can have joy. I maybe wrong, because each individuals soul is made different from God, starting from His Godliness, to the least Godliest. I feel as if I am the last, or the one caught in the center. A negative times a negative is a positive, that's how sinners have salvation. A positive times a positive is a positive, that's how the pious have joy. A positive times a negative is a negative, that's why I am confused.