I've been hanging around this corner of the internet for about 30 years now, which is a pretty weird milestone if you think about it. If you decide to reach out, just a heads-up: I tend to get a little deep into the weeds regarding dark forces and all that conspiracy stuff. I guess you could say I'm an interesting guy to talk to, if you're into that sort of thing. xd -.-'
So, darksurfer4, you’re calling this "economic prosperity"? Look at it this way: for me to achieve that, I have to die—but I’m taking everyone else down with me, including people who are already politically dead
Look, I know exactly where you guys are coming from, but I’m sticking to my guns on this one. Honestly, my own peace of mind matters way more to me than fitting in with any group or social circle.
Hahahaha, go ahead and keep making fun of me if you want. I’ve got my own goals in mind, and trust me, I’m going to hit them with or without your help.
Look, I’ve reached a point where I don't feel the need to prove myself to anyone anymore. My education, my life experiences, everything has led me here—I know exactly who I am and what I bring to the table. Honestly, people who live their lives fueled by prejudice don't need to be convinced otherwise; a fool with an agenda is just going to stay a fool. But let me get to the point: there are people out there, maybe even types like me, who end up getting trampled by those with more power. And it makes me wonder—if these "tough guys" actually have any real backbone, why aren't they standing up against a corrupt system? Why isn't anyone fighting back against the institutionalized fascism and the way student, worker, and civil rights are being stripped away by the powers that be? Instead, someone like me is left to grind against a crooked machine. At this stage, the only person who truly understands my struggle is my enemy, and if they don't destroy me first, they might just end up making me rich in the process. So, to all the idiots doubting me: frankly, I couldn't care less. The standard school system didn't have the vision to recognize my intelligence or my creativity, but that’s water under the bridge now. I’m busy enjoying my own life while those dark forces do their worst. I have my own priorities, and at the end of the day, fools will always be fools, convinced they’re right even when they're dead wrong.
So, where was I? Let me pick up where I left off... Since I’ve spent most of my life fighting my own private wars, there were times when I actually won, yet my eyes would still be stinging with tears. I just wanted to find someone—anyone—to vent to about everything they were putting me through, but my vision would get so blurred from the frustration that I couldn't even see the people right in front of me. And then, you'd have those certain types of people walking past, whispering, "He can't even see us now," and honestly, that kind of thing just guts you. It stays with you. It's one of those things you keep playing back in your head over and over. Maybe some people, like me, are just destined to walk this path alone. Perhaps that's for the best.