Tyoun Dyun Dyoun Doun Da Doun Daaiiin Dounnn

Its all a pattern. I seem to be going down an endless double helix (im vain and a downward spiral is too common and simple for me). I see myself getting shallower and shallower in my own eyes. My only means of entertainment is making fun of others and obscene homosexuality. What respite do i have, what means are there for a small vacation from my sitch, in which, by myself place i am which , is a bitch.
Please forgive me for the last line, it was a pathetic attempt at spontaneous poetry, which because of our hammered in ideals of poetry, is in rhyme. This happened beause of a dormant inferiority complex brought back to the surface by reading my younger brothers verses.

I was wondering, why do i blog?? Am i so short of friends, that i must make the whole world my confidante?. Do i just want to show off? Maybe i like to convince my self that i have some skill in some field, which to me seems to be called bitching.

I hate people, no not all , im not some kind of misanthrope. Ive hated some people ive been with for the last 4 years. people ive hugged, shaken hands with, talked to at length, collaborated with and so on. And i have now come to realise, my feelings towards them were mostly the result of the green eyed succubus that is jealousy (succubus and not monster cuz come on, both jealousy and a sucubus are attractive).

p.s. : this is not a suicide note.