Chiisai

I am not destined for great things. I am destined to be holed up in a corner doing my small nitty gritty and hiding from the whole world typing in this obscure blog which no one should know. I am responsible only for myself, and that is it. The world will collapse and the stars shall be extinguished, and I shall care for myself only. Such is the scope of my world. The world of me.

Failure

If you are looking for a definition of a failure, you are looking at him. A failure is defined as someone who is stupid, fat, unhandsome, with a pockmarked face, with neither house or car to call his own, and no savings to top it off.

This incident has lead me to realize how much of a failure I am. If the foreign land has been beckoning, the voice is ever more stronger than before.

I wish to excommunicate my family, to live by myself. Damn society, with its irrational rules about people buying a house. I am more determined than ever to earn my keep.

The World of Brian Tyler

The first rule of Brian Tyler; anything that moves, or controls you, you either fuck it or fight it. Who is Brian Tyler? If Xavier Harker is the magical aspect, then Tyler is the reality aspect of life. Emotions are but accessories, taken off when necessary. This world is for sluts, not wimps; fighters, not whiners. When push comes to shove, make sure you do shove, and shove it hard into the arse. This is Life.

Tyler rules.

Second rule: You do not talk about Tyler's club.