People are so good with words. Once you reach a certain point, and you start playing with words.
And once you start to enjoy drawing attention to yourself with your words… there’s no turning back.
“Do you think there’s even a single thing coming out of my mouth that’s actually worthwhile? There isn’t, even one.
So I don’t want you to ever reach that point. It feels like I’m taking a detour because I’m too afraid to walk on the right path.
But I’ve come so far away that I can’t even dare to turn back.”
“I like that you don’t try to get attention from people with your words.”
“That’s why each and every word you utter is so special.”
How about we actually do it?
“The Liberation Club”
I want Liberation. I want to be liberated.
I don’t know where I’m trapped, but I feel trapped. There’s nothing in my life that relaxes me.
I feel cramped and stifled. I want to break free.
“Liberation? I like it!”
People are scared of thunder and lightening, but strangely I find them calming.
The world might finally come to an end… as I wished. It feels like I’m stuck, but I don’t know how to get out. That’s probably why I hope everything ends all at once.
“I’m not unhappy but I’m not happy either.” I wouldn’t care if the world ended now.
Everyone’s on their way to their graves, so why is everyone so happy and excited?
“Sometimes, I think that people who are damaged are much more honest than those who live their lives happily.”
I don’t know where I’m stuck but I want to break free. I wish I was genuinely happy and be able to say things like, “Yes, this is life. This is what life is all about.”
I want to be able to say all these things.
