Hell is other people...

This should be painfully obvious by now... The feeling of being connected, and flowing through life like it is a piece of art is completely desirable... I see this world as merely a challenge... When I think about it, isn't the past better then the future? I have always yearned for harmony in my life... My mind is simply a prison, this world is a prison... I just want to drift... I am tired of thinking about all these damn problems... Things change if I will them to... I can create a better world... I don't need to hold on to this one... I am my circumstances, if my circumstances are evil, then so am I... Such is karma... I have been punished, but must there be a reason for that punishment... Do I need a reason for everything? I am just stumbling about a maze that I have created in my own mind... From the very beginning everything was just a lie... I did this to myself... I created my own hell, and was rather dismayed to find that there was no palm for me to reached for... I just wanted their to be one, but here wasn't any... Everything is false... Everything is an illusion... There is no other people.. If I do not understand myself then nobody will understand me...