Ignoring, for now, the fact that I did, in fact, get myself an ant nest (a small one) and now cannot resist to torture them because they are so cute.

And ignoring, for now, the fact that I am unable to find Rome: Total War Disc 1 due to careless misplacement by a certain brother.

I sincerely apologize for my ruthless display of insanity and sadism in my previous post. Yesterday the normally quite placid inclinations just happened to reach a peak for reasons including my exposure to a certain person's actions. And thus if anyone is severely or at least not-so-severely affected by it, I apologize.

Well then you have to argue that someone who has those kind of placid inclinations has to have something fundamentally wrong with him in the first place. I cannot deny that a certain twisted thinking and intense emotional influence has swept my originally-sane mind into walls and into canyons. Resulting in a little bit of a side-effect more commonly associated with the inmates in well-known Arkham Asylum.

Even now, feeling largely empty within only serves to magnify the bluntness of my words and the cruelty of my actions. People like me really need to see the light of day, the ray of hope, much more than we already do, if any. We need something to look forward to. We need something to strive for. We need someone.

Gist being that emotional instability can and will cause mental instability.

However, this instability shouldn't be taken much into record. I am quite confident it will harm no other person, nor physically myself, any time soon, and that all it provides is a simple second opinion.

Thus I conclude that I am not insane to the slightest degree.

I'm just ahead of the curve.





We want a purpose in life back.

And yet we don't know why.



Please.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.