Just another day of nostalgia

As I let the sorrow slowly eat my brain, I feel as the emptiness of the world is a part of myself. The days pass me by, showing the time I'm wasting, contemplating the horrors of mankind. I cannot change them. I cannot change myself. Is the world this awful place that shows itself before me, or is it just the reflection of my true self. That horrible being that keeps eating itself in hope to achieve complete destruction. Keep haunting myself with doubts, fears, rage and dispair. A neverending whirlwind of self hatred and self pity. Should I scream for help? Perhaps. Will my pride let me? Never. We were built to suffer, built to endure. Grasp the pride, feed the ego. Try to move forward although keeping my eyes on the past. Hateful existence that must survive in the jungle of self punishment, constant eyes piercing the soul. Just another day of nostalgia.