Birth

Birth. Unknowingly I came to this world. I cried for the first time, but it wasn't that the feeling of being alive had scared me; I just did what I was supposed to do, and that is how we live our lives, doing what we're supposed to do. I will not ask any questions because I don't feel particularly ill towards anybody or anything; there is no one to blame but myself, because blaming everyone else would be too tiresome and would make them not want to be friends with me. These friends, I found they might stay, and it was a relief to see things can actually turn that way, not having to lose everyone who has carried me at some point, people I have carried (I think). I feel like dreaming of a bright future, imagining those warm evenings with you guys, drinking and partying to our hearts' content, forgetting about all that isn't beautiful and lovable. Our lives won't be put to waste, our souls will not be lost. That is how things should be and your presence is what I'm longing for. Fucking hurry home you bastards.