Pichu
This one has lost it's way a bit

I hope its not too childish for you EWOODJ

What's the point in life?

If we just end up dying in the end, what's the point in etching out an existence?

Am I the only one who see's all of this?
The only one to truly see the clarity of the world?
How clear it has all become.

People all grow up to die.

In that aspect, emotion is a pointless thing. It is just something to cloud our vision of the world.

Do we need these rose-tinted glasses?

These falsified views that society imposes onto us, do we need them, or are we just fooling ourselves by accepting the tainted laws of an individual?

Do I want to grow up, just to be like Pikachu and Jigglypuff?
Do I?

I'm not so sure.

To grow up, I am supposed to attain happiness. To be happy I need to be content. To be content, I need to be satisfied with the world.

And I am not satisfied with the world.

I am constantly questioning it, pondering the use of emotion.
Pondering the point of life.

I wonder quite a lot what a life led on my own will be like.

Would I still create a view of the world as bleak as I have done with myself?
Or would I start to craft a primitive version of the laws and social regulation that has trapped society today?

All of this dredges up past memories of that time in my life when I decided to try and feign emotion. Try to mimic the feelings and attitudes expressed by those around me.

Why I did it?
Perhaps it was a vain attempt to gain sentimentality, by being around those who are sentimental.
Maybe I wanted, in my heart of hearts, to gain these emotions that rule my brethren by mimicking them for long enough.

Or the logical answer. I was just in denial about my own mentality. I am not a sentimental being.

My race looks down on those who cannot gain happiness, such as myself.
I cannot evolve.
I cannot reproduce
I am physically weaker
And I am deemed lower in every standard.

I do not see this.

Surely, me gaining higher understanding triumphs over any basic requirements for acceptance.

Maybe if the others listened to what I said, instead of driving me to the point of no return I have reached.

All they had to do was open their ears to my musings

Goodbye

I wonder what they will remember me for

As before R&R

And any views are greatly appreciated