Fan Fiction ❯ A Notebook ❯ Tuesday, October 10 ( Chapter 2 )

Tuesday, October 10

Life stinks, you know that?

People stink too. Always more appearing, but never any doing things to touch the world.

FACT: Everyday nearly 100,000 people are born worldwide! Why the hell don't they do anything? Fill up the cities, streets, tear down the trees, make more room for more damned people who don't do anything!

Humans are fickle things. We are born, spend the first half of our life learning things for our `future' so we can have a better life, and when our future comes, we spend it trying to make money so we can have a better life, and then we are old, We spend our age using the money we had made in the middle of our life trying to bring back the first half of our life, and then we are dead.

We fill ourselves with useless thoughts, memorizations of useless facts, days spent in a constant ennui.

I don't like humans much.

Nothing that we humans do will help the world. Just making it worse.

Today I sat down in the classroom, stared at the blank white walls, heard the buzz of the artificial metallic light above my head, and the sound of a small fly caught in one of them before it died on impact with the electrical circuits, and I realized; We are hopeless. All of us.

I know this seems like I am some freakish Goth kid who is dying for attention, but I am not. I just want to be heard above the din of people, the sea of those who cannot think for themselves and must have those who run the world do it for them.

And yet, I cannot speak. If I did, then I would be criticized, ostracized, and abandoned by the few people who care for me as it is. And believe me notebook, that's not many.

~N.