No future!

There is no other story than this. Arrogant, self-centered, terribilistic, uncommon, unreal, unwanted, undesirable, with no other connection to real life than your own utopia. The utopia that your shit is something else than actual shit. Being on the right track to being a self-adored wreck does make things easier. It does not make them go away.

Unless you stop. Stop thinking about anything else but yourslef. Arrogant or not as it may be, having only one thing in front you, yourself, will get you through the day. It will not, however tell you anything about the day after tomorrow. No story will actually be told, but some lines will come up once every 10 breaths.

You will not become nothing more than you are right now unless you switch to storytelling that matters, to you or someone else. Not that the story should have omeone else in the center. The mirage of the easygoing monster life will still be your main energy creator. It will be your creation. It will be your start and your stop. Two close between one to the other but everything you will ever need.

Writing your story will not be easy, or fast. Wrting your story, day by day will not be done unless you know what comes next. Wich, unfortunately, is the only knowledge forbidden to you right know. Tormenting past, confusing present, no future. That is your story right know.

Create!