"Wow" I thought as I glanced around at the mindless crocks gathered together to assimilate a massive plan of absolutely nothing. Critisizing a soul, that possibly deep down is a real person. "Why is she so dumb?" One of the dead cells asked. She is a girl, who pleads attention, my theory, questions in unintelligence, possibly to come up with a conversation, to be noticed. How long are you noticed if you ask a question that even merely sounds intellectual??? Perhaps someone will answer, in a snotty tone, and then you're nothing, simply because you baffled their immature minds. It's not difficult to be real, it's difficult to convert to real from something so fake, something played out so long. Unfortunately, her intentions slide by as trivial, better yet, unknown. But I will never grasp the reason for refusing an ability. I like to think everyone is someone, so if you're wondering, this is unbiased opinions from my "deranged mentality". Is it so that it's deranged? Do you really think that? Or is it because I'm not afraid to be myself? I like to think it's the second. What is it about the attention that you enjoy so much? Especially the wrong kind of attention that you attain. Is there a wrong attention? Again, my opinion leads to yes, there is a wrong attention, look around you, fuck, you're soaking it up! Do you like what you are? Do you struggle just to get there? What if the world was perfect, and the only thing you had to worry about was your trail of thought? Suggest we all were "different", ourselves for a change, wouldn't you have more fun, perhaps a little more conflict, but aren't you bored without useful ideas? It's ok to laugh, and it's ok to cry, but what are you laughing or crying about? Who are your friends? Are they really? I know only so many real people, right now I could say there is atleast one real person kiling himself, cutting himself up and apart because he is so sick to death of this synthetic universe. Is it deadly to be yourself, NO, it is deadly to conform to the world around you. So, basically, I am asking, whare are you in life right now? What does your life mean to you??? Stop listening to the people around you, they only make your brain more numb to insult and disgust. Remember what I said there's only so few who are real, they fight, and they die, perhaps if there were more there wouldn't be such a fight. I attempt to sew shut the mouths of the humans that dwell around me, but for now, all I can do is respect myself. I'm used to receiving none, and try like hell to prevail.