This Is My Last Dance

People used to say to me things like "I can pinpoint the exact moment when I fell in love with him", and things like that. Me? I'm pretty sure I can pinpoint the exact moment that I crossed the threshold from being "mentally unstable" to "absolutely fucking insane". In that moment I went from crying hysterically, which in itself isan incredibly rare occurance, relatively on par with the appearance of Halley's comet; to laughing hysterically, at the stupidity of it all. Life is so meaningless. Everybody says that I should be looking for my "higher purpose in life". What fucking higher purpose?

Oh, wait. Perchance, my higher purpose is to make everybody WAKE UP AND SMELL THE CORPSE.

The delicious, cold, creepy one, that slightly resembles me. I've always wondered what I'd look like at my funeral. But then, I'm muslim, so nobody would see my beautiful dead body. That kinda sucks. Still, it is so much easier to make people listen to you once you're dead. People are more likely to obey a dying wish than they are to obey the law. Maybe my "higher purpose" is to remind people that life is fleeting, not long enough for you to spend half your time fightig with those you call your friends. However hard it may be, forgive and forget. Life only comes once. Don't waste it dwelling on bad things that have happened. Remember only the good times.

These last few lines I speak to two people especially. Looking at photos of the two of you over the years, seeing you both smiling and happy, like nothing could bring you down... It makes me feel what I believe normal humans would call sadness, knowing that you don't even speak anymore.

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Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the knife

And love dares you to change our ways
Of caring about ourselves

This is our last dance.