Nightmare #1
I wake up.
No.
I dont wake up, I cannot. There are still the same things assaulting the mind of my body.
Have I gone too far?
No. I ignore my own question.
I pity myself. To be blunt, somewhere between hatred and self-loathing I forgot to wake up.
Everytime I look at the watch, I feel angry.
------------ Time runs backwards.
I do not hate myself. In fact, I love my existence. That is why I still have enough energy left to be concerned, or to pity myself.
There is no such thing as peace. The only ones bringing peace are Anti-heroes, because heroes can't accomplish anything like that.
Heroes fight.
They fight for something, therefore they cannot bring peace.
Somewhere deep within me, I want to be a hero. But as written above, I do feel hatred.
Am I an Anti-hero? Somebody who is trying to not disturb anybody, somebody who is doing nothing wrong?
I compensate. That's all I do. I hate myself for my helplessness-
but still, I don't want to be at fault at anything.
I live peacefully, without regret.
But why?
Why does it hurt so much?
