Demotivate

It's not easy when you're the one motivating the one person you always sought motivation from. Mainly because you end up using the same words he did. The words which obviously didn't change anything. Or did they?

So your jury went well, what are you worrying about?

If only life was as happy as some people are when juries go well, would the world be a better off place. There's a misleading man of masks out there who's doing a splendid job of what he's doing. He's covering scars on your foundation with shards of 3 minute happiness. He's concealing the presence of requirement by taking advantage of the absence of your voice.
But damn, he's good at it.

It takes a lot to come forth to the dining table and criticize the hot food you're being served. But this isn't a dining table and we're not beggars. It's a battle for rights, not privilege. This battle, however, seems like it's been lost already. For there are once-thought enemies giving up the fight that they were winning. Where does that leave the losers?

We're a demotivated bunch of fools and we cry in lightless corners. There's no use in that, yet we still do it.
I stray way too far into my metaphorical world that sometimes it's hard to come back.

Back.

There's been way too much stuff happening in the past one week. And though I've been having my share of alcohol on almost every day since arriving here, it's not been getting my mind off of anything. Going back to college could help. But then again, that's where all this demotivation started...

Somethings stop where they started.
But there are other things that don't. They leave you to peace the day you leave the world.

I hope they've left you alone, friend.
Rest in peace.