We all know that feeling.

That feeling that we all never are satisfied.

I can't help but think, there must be more than this. There must be more than just coming home, rushing homework, rushing dinner, rushing Internet time, rushing to get to sleep, struggling to sleep...

There must be more than just debate training. Than spending time at the comlab. Then spending time soaking up the glow of my laptop screen. Than plugged into my iPod. Than scouting songs, reading, writing, breathing...

There must be some profound reason. If there is a Creator, he/she would not have put us here merely as little voodoo dolls to toy around with. It's irritating. You seem to have control over everything. And yet over nothing.

You grasp the power of so many things in your hands. You hold part of the lives of the people around you. You're in control of the live which you unfortunately and maybe unwillingly live.

And yet we're not in control at all. If we're not in control, then who is?

Why must some of these fools here constantly believe in the idea of some ridiculous and preposterous Creator who doesn't even fricking CARE about the suffering here anyway?

Oh wait, we're just all the kah hng kia anyway. Just the small fry. If that fricking Creator of yours really exists, people, tell him to fix all the suffering. No poverty. No illnesses. No stress over work/school/fricking crap. Nothing but the conditions of a paradise.

Even so, I'll believe in one when I see one. Nowadays, it seems as though no one actually carries out the promises they make.

'I'll room with you for ROCs.'
'I'll lend you my Math worksheet and teach you how to do the sums.'
'I'll do a Math Project with you.'
'Sure, let's have lunch together.'
"We'll meet in the comlab?'

PFFT. PROMISES? SCREW PROMISES. And as for all the people who had made the above promises, they all didn't fulfil it. And you know what? They all made other engagements with other people after they had promised me. And I had to hear the news all second-hand.

Am I a non-entity? An invisible person? Someone you can't see? Did you think that it's fine to betray me because I'm a particularly good friend? Did you think that I wasn't worth your company, or you're just pissed at me, or I just annoy you with everything I say?

Farewell, world. Say goodbye to the persona non grata. Adios.

There must be more to life than this.

BUT WHAT THE HELL IS IT THEN?!