YEARGH!

FIRST, I am PISSED. How can another person manipulate the life of another? How can some being get thrilled by making others suffer? How can we protect ourselves if we are only human? Why do we think that our lives are unfair when we are better off than others? Why can't there be real peace? When will I learn that life is a practical joke that plays on one's conscience and responsibilities? When will I stop being bothered by the incessant questions that plague my existance?

SHUT UP!

Sighs! I really need a job. I'm practically wasting my life away. I don't know. I'm worried about how I may be perceived. But then, aren't all humans vulnerable to malignant perceptions? I am not good enough. Can I ever achieve something? I need to get out. I need to run away. Can I? Is there really a true escape? I cannot escape. There is no such thing as an escape. If there is, no one would contemplate suicide. Is suicide even an escape? Death is an end. It is not an escape. An escape is a temporary diversion from the troubles and frustration that one faces. Death cannot be an escape for it is truly an end.

I cannot get a job now. I do not have any relevant industry skills. I want to work flexible hours. I need to find experience. But how? OK. I am really depressed and confused.

WHAT I REALLY NEED IS AN ESCAPE!