I always felt as not much more than part of the general background noise,
part of that, which is filtered by most, thanks to its mediocrity,
but there are times that I think I go unnoticed by so many not because I am unremarkable, but because I am remarkably toxic, there are things wrong with me that have no cause and my searching for it is bigger problem than them alone.

It is similar to computers that go on too long without any form of basic maintenance, when their memory gets cluttered and fragmented more and more over time, what causes them to be barely functional for any basic tasks and going outside of definition of usability.
I guess I too was running for too long without any maintenance and am simply outside of what was predicted lifespan for my kind of human being.


I guess that is what postponing your demise several times and then scratch that idea entirely does to a man.
Maybe we all have little numbers etched somewhere in some cosmic eternal all knowing book which defines for how long we are supposed to run, but while some of us won't last for so long, others will remain functional longer than what their number recomends them to.

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antifunebracka  24. 9. 2014 21:55
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