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Sadface, why so grim?

So Blogger has changed its settings and made things more complex for me. I don't like changes anymore, and I haven't changed a bit from who I was. Where I was is a different story altogether. As I look at my progress chart, from a star to a supernova and now a blackhole, with the 'black' label stuck to my bottled self as people hallucinate about me. I hate myself so much now that I do not want to step out of home. Perhaps Kurt Cobain was not wrong. Or for that matter Freddie Mercury. And why would Adolf Hitler pull himself back. He would maybe, because right up there when you elevate yourself, you notice only logic and nothing else. To believe in your logic to be correct, assert your own self through logic and consequently convert logic to action, the action has to be human. Maybe Hitler went wrong. Don't see why I should be prejudiced against the former two.

There is nothing to lose anymore - I have done all I could do in one possible lifetime. Made friends, lost a few, fell in love - madly too, and got out of it to get mad again, scored well, didn't score well at times - got humiliated and then scored well again. However, there's one thing I am bad at doing. That's living. Very little to live for and too little to give up. This 'little' life has turned me into a 'little' dustbin where all the litter comes crashing in. Think I'll just go sleep, or collect coins, and in the process observe faces of those that shine on our deeds. Living through our deeds, or do we live on theirs?
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