There comes a time in a mans life where he realizes he is not a man. He is an impostor... an empty shell of an individual. The identity of what a man is or is not is not clear to him. Constantly bombarded with information on what people expect, what people want. Choices upon choices. Opinion after opinion. Sets one into a state of paralysis.
What do I write about? What do I care. There are no words on this blog because there are no words that have been chosen. All I could do was be angry and not even know why. I thought, its the way people express themselves. So much injustice, so much needs to be fixed. Nuts!
There is no reason for this. There is no reason for anything.
I have to make a reason for something. I make reason happen.
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