The mad race

Competition.. the real cut-throat competition..
Whatever limits you stretch yourself to, there is a hell lot of stuff you are lacking at.
External appearances are an illusion.
Desire to succeed is in itself a mockery for which God keeps ripping on me all the time.
Death Metal is the only soothing music.
So much beauty around, I feel terribly confused, lost and deprived.
Whether life is about moving ahead or just slipping down an incline.
The principles "planned" to live by turn out to be a blasphemy.
Relative comparison makes me a complete loser.
Hope is a bad thing, perhaps the worst of all things, because its the reality which matters in the end.
Piling gloom on gloom, all that is needed to think about is - Where is this going to lead me?

Sucks..

(May be, it isn't really that bad!)