Journal. Future.

I full up these pages with thoughts of meaningless inner personal struggle. The words I speak don't hold the key to clarity or inner happiness. They can, at most, just cause more thought. It hurts to think of things I can't discuss with others because they don't care. It hurts when I indulge in someones thoughts and they will not do the same for me. I hate the state of humanity, I don't see us going anywhere we should. I see us going places that should strike fear and anguish in our hearts. Instead we smile while our future bleeds shadow. Every kid will be corrupted with the things that should never be.