World at War

Another Light Dragoon died in Afghanistan today fighting a pointless war. We're trying to keep something under control that has no expiration date or limit. I'm tired of hearing bullshit stories of making bullets out of pig fat to make being a martyr pointless or that this whole war is over oil. I guess I'm just tired of living in a World and contributing to a World I have no control over. If i analyse myself in 15 years and find I'm a house wife with about as much opinion on World matters as a slice of bread then I'm going to blow myself up.

Stand back whilst my fucking head detonates. I want and I need and I feel but it all amounts to nothing. I'm lost in what I want to be doing and what I should be doing and what I wish would happen. All I can do is talk to myself and listen to the saddest songs. I'm letting temporary dementia cloud my reasoning. I wish I could call it summer euphoria but all it does is rain.