I find it most asuming to just watch the chaos unfold in this world. People come and go, Life and Death, the drama of just existing. Our world is coming apart with no hope in sight, and yet I find great joy in it. I enjoy it when lots of people die, I enjoy the horrors of life, I enjoy the saddness and dispear in this world. Why? I cannot say, I hav tried to hide it, tried to deny it, but I cannot. I have no desire to save this world, if the city is on fire, don't put it out, just let it burn. My friends and family have long since betrayed me more then once. With the exception of roughly 3% of the humanrace, our species is all but dead, and the VERY small amount of people that do actally care about something tend to be only looking out for themsevles. I see no hope, no light, no salvation, only darkness, and I must say I look forward to the coming night. When we stand on the last moments of our existence, will our speices actally be able to save itself? I don't think so. Beyond the Chaos the end drews near...
