Cruel, cruel, cruel

Watching tv. All these reality shows...they miss the point. Dressing differently, eating better, having better sex...the problem people have is not these things, its their lives. Their bland, boring, uninspiring, purposeless, miserable lives. And there is no way out. Apart from going on a TV talent show and humiliating yourself infront of the world, desperate for that incredibly unlikely event; your dreams coming true. I am pissed off. The root of all art and entertainment is cruelty, without it nothing would ever happen. The cruelty of people, the cruelty of nature, the cruely of the universe. Except its not really cruelty where the universe is concerned, its just the way things are. So. Cruelty is good. Horrible but true. The more clearly you see reality, the more terrible it appears. What the hell am I on about...
So, cast adrift in this horrible bastardlyness that is the universe...actually, I'm fine. Its entertaining. No, its agonising. Why? I can barely bring myself to write the word, the source of so much pathetic weakness.......no, I can't. That terrible lacerating torture feeling...you know what I mean? DO YOU???
Bane of my fucking life...
That, and the inability to sleep.
Send help, alert the relevant authorities.