22 January 1910
Today I start my writing, my own path to unravelling whatever it is I have stumbled upon. I figured I could have at least told someone about it, I knew my time was near, death grew too fond of me, neither was it a friend nor a foe. I had no choice, everyday I sat on my couch pondering if today was the day I left all that I stood for? Or was it not. I grew up believing that there was a reason I was brought into this world, thinking that I was unique, differing from other people and their common acts of indecency, I studied their motions and what need not be said by a mere being that only wishes to live at his own extent of happiness. Society, a strong word yet few know of it’s actual meaning, referring to it as ‘us’, ‘the people’, we humans get so easily distracted from our intentions, or in doing so might one feel happy? I do not know. The government or may I say the rulers, not my ruler of course, no one rule’s me, I am my own master, they are the puppet masters who control the society. We the people are their puppets and as I smile while writing this, not many would agree, thinking they are free, born independent and live by their own rules. Little do they know what the government plans for them, yes my friend there is a much greater conspiracy here, I get excited everytime I say conspiracy,im smiling again, how can one not be? When we have so much in our society. Our society that grunts and whistles , sounds made by individuals relying on the fact that they, are what they think they are, and as long as everyones pleasant then the world is, a happy place. People would do anything to protect themselves, even if it involved killing someone, this is a true fact, how far would you go to save your own skin?ask yourself that and get back to this when you’re done. I have seen the true nature of people no different than you or I, and as I speak I could see them nodding agreeingly but with dissaproval in mind, words are only words i thought to myself. I took a stroll along disturbing lane, and saw what men could be, the frightful discontent and satisfying unpleasentary of men’s true self. Men were born beasts, though not openly as to show theirselves in public, it’s a fact, aha, men are savages and through the discomforting stress poised by the society, slowly men become what they never thought they could be despite knowing of it but only to not acknowledge it. Men, whoever said men were brother’s in blood was certainly a drunk, for now all men ever did was hassle, fight over whose better and more sensible and appealing. Time’s have changed and people certainly do follow it, for some reason.
