Notes from Underground

'I did not hate her so much, however, when I was running about the room and peeping through the crack in the screen. I was only insufferably oppressed by her being here. I wanted her to disappear. I wanted "peace," to be left alone in my underground world. Real life oppressed me with its novelty so much that I could hardly breathe.'

A bit of Fyodor Dostoevsky and Existentialism reminds you that life sucks
but it is okay...
At least we will all die
Death is my last resort
Meanwhile
as i am still breathing
let me hide in my underground
i dont ask for love
no longer believe in trust
incapable to love one back
all i hope for is just that
i wont be as cynical and sad as him