Why not...

I decided to write this post in English. But why not? We all understand it pretty well and I need some practice. So the grammar in this post is going to be terrible.


I woke up, everything was fine... I started doing nothing, everything was fine... I started doing something good, everything got screwed over... I started singing, my throat died... And now I'm here. Somebody hates me, I can't do anything. I'm useless, but not for long, the future is coming on. Don't try to convince me to think that I didn't do anything wrong, or she did. I'm just going to try to do something good again and again and again... until someday, someone notices, that  I had some effort son all this.

I'm listening to Gorillaz again. Or i might say, still. It's just the music that doesn't fit. It just doesn't. It's the music that I would never listen. But it just doesn't fit! That's why it's so perfect. In some of my older post I explained how I listen music. What is music to me. Well you can now guess what is in my mind, when I listen to something that just doesn't fit.


Do I dare?! You dare to question me?! Shame on your doubts! I am my own god. I question myself. You can't question me, because I am not a god to you. How can you question something that you don't believe in? You don't believe in me, so you can not question or hate or kill or do anything with me. I exist only then when people believe in me. Faith is a powerful thing. I believe, that a spoon is a murder weapon, so it is! I believe that I don't die if I don't eat, so I wont! You are saying, that yes you will die, but no! I wont, because I don't believe that I'm dead. I'll tell you a true story now. Once upon a time, there was a man in the asylum who clearly thought that he is a teapot. He was kind and nice and always offered some fresh Earl Grey. But someday another man in the hospital didn't like the Earl Gray, because he preferred green tea to black. So he pushed the poor teapot. The teapot was so afraid of breaking and he know that he is going to break into a million little porcelain pieces. So he died. He didn't have any physical injuries after falling, but he was just thought himself to death. So if you dare to question or order or change anything you don't believe, then remember this story and know, that it's pointless.

Why are the trees so beautiful? Why is the water so deep? Why the clouds seem so fluffy and soft to sleep on? Why is the morning grass so perfectly wet? Why do I deserve this all? I tell you why! Because I am the only one who has time to see the beauty of this. Yes, you too see some beauty and even might say that in the same things that I do, but no. I see beauty in my grass, in my clouds, my trees and my water. You have your own. Everybody have their own beautiful things to love. But why i deserve my things? Because you cant handle all of that beauty! I make it easier to you. The world is too beautiful to leave it. I can't just give up now, because you might not manage to survive all this beauty. I don't want you to die under this burden, because you are one of my beautiful things, that I don't want to loose.

Do you still fear me? Haha good! (whatever the answer was, still... good)

What's up with the http://sayat.me/*whatever* stuff? How low can you get? If you want to know what I think about you, then just freaking ask me! I'll tell you straight! Why should I tell you anything undercover, like I'm fearing you or something. Please! That's just weak. OK I understand that most people are not so straight to say to you what they think. But should you care? Those people really actually don't mean nothing to you! They are not your true friends, if they don't dare to say it straight into your face. Please take no offense because I don't want to insult or put you down, I just want to tell that have some pride and ask from face to face.

Talk to me. I need some treatment. The best treatment is an argument against an argument, a discussion, a debate. So I get my things straight.

Hejdo!