I am so fucking ostracized from my community. My voice is heard, but nobody really heeds it - or, perhaps they do, but I do not notice...ehhhh...life is just frustrating...
In my efforts to prove that 9/11 as an inside job and that there are conspracies for world government, my most vocal critics have challenged my conclusions on the basis that they are a, "stretch." Whatever that suppose to mean, I do not know...but oh well...
Yesterday, I turned 21...no big deal...right? I suppose in my loneliness, I make a big deal out of my self to myself...I brag way too much, and I tend to be too possessive...I have to stop...
So, yesterday, bought the Twilight Saga...it is pretty good. I got to the point where Bella finally realizes how much she loves Edward...that is the best part for now...at least. I have no lover nor am I in love...I am mostly in rage over what happened to me so long ago...I am not in denial of it - I am trying to get over it...with a bit of denial and manipulation of my past...but what is the fucking point?
I am the Sith Lord, and Dark Lord...you knew it as well as anybody else...I was not kidding when I stated that the Dark Lord shall rise...and he did. He is now an integral part of my personality...and I cannot escape that. The Darkness that I have studied for so long now is an aspect of who I am...because, thanks to the fatalism of my life...I am the Dark Lord...especially the most recent traumas of terror and disbelief.
I am still struggling to this day...it is not easy to get over the past when it hurts you so much. When one has given everything one could, and was taken advtange of...what choice do one have really? Can you simply stab at it and hope it goes away long enough for you to keep sane? Like, seriously - WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO DO?
I do not know...I am as naive and as honest as I can...
The truth always hurts. I tried my best to practise what I preach...and I am the ultimate threat to this society of people who are not interested in the truth (save a few)...and yet, despite all my sacrifices...I still ended up where I once was...I am like the Ouroboros archetype...the Dragon in spirals and always biting its own tail...
I may not be the night owl...but I am the owl when it comes to knowledge. Gnosis. God. Geometry.
The Sacred Arts is my art. It is what keeps me alive...despite how dangerous my thoughts are...and how terrible my inner vengeance can become...
Never underestimate the Dark Side of Life...it will always come back to haunt you. May be not today, but tomorrow.
Love and Rebirth
Xinyu Hu
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