Disclaimer: Hell naw.
-Masochistic-
Usually we have a reason to our dreams.
Because everyone hates you. Because you love him. Because you want revenge. Because destiny sucks ass. Because you want to please everyone. Because you thirst for more blood. Because you simply want to be the best.
Because, because, because. They're all lies. Lies that you tell yourself to make you feel better about your far-from-perfect life.
You, o ramen eater of glory, are slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing yourself. Killing yourself because you chase after things that you will never get.
You, o whiner of stupidity, are slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing yourself. Killing yourself because you fawn over someone who's far too preoccupied for poor, weak you.
You, o stoic of avengers, are slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing yourself. Killing yourself because you set your goal in life to kill someone that you could never hope to defeat.
You, o hater of destiny, are slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing yourself. Killing yourself because you complain and agonize and cry and pout about something you can't change.
You, o meekest of the meek, are slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing yourself. Killing yourself because you bend over backwards to please people who would like nothing better than to ground your face in the dirt.
You, o bloodiest of killers, are slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing yourself. Killing yourself because you will not weep for yourself and those you've murdered.
And I, the beautiful green beast and self-proclaimed protector of love, am slowly, agonizingly, inch-by-inch killing myself. Killing myself because I strive to be the best though I'm crippled beyond belief.
Isn't it ironic how all our motivations just turn out to be the whips we beat ourselves with to get our kicks, our highs?
Isn't it ironic that we, though we think we're ambitious, are all really just masochists?
Masochists disguising our pains with fake hopes and aspirations.
We are all so stupid.