It's whatever.

I need sleep.  But sleep is a giving-in to needs.  Yet at the same time, sleep awakens happiness sometimes in that i become no longer miserable.  And yet, i am wasting my time typing obvious things onto a keyboard and post.  And Its really shitty.  I feel lonely lately.  Moreso than usual.  It's annoying.  Why do i have to feel like everybody else is somebody else.  Why cant we just be friends?  Good friends?  Why do people write books like In Cold Blood?  Or better yet, why oh why is there a need for such a reminder of human hatred.  Because that's what Dick and Perry were doing.  They were hatin'.  While one is a predatorial child molester and professional bad guy, the other is a "sensitive," artistic, damaged person.  It's unfair.  They shouldn't have killed the Clutters.  They shouldn't have done it.  Just plain and simple.  It annoys me when i read a book like this because it makes me see so much hate in everything.  It bothers me, you know.  It helps that i watched a bit of Capote before reading the book, but at the same time, it still hurts my view of humanity to read such a story.  it is basically an incredibly well-written version of Law and Order except with a huge level of character development within the family and especially the two murderers.  And it just bothers me.  I keep thinking about it, and i hate it more and more as time goes by.  That shouldn't exist.  That shouldn't be able to exist as a true story.  Life should not end so abruptly, and with the audience so attached, whether they want to be or not, to the murderers.  It's tragic.  and all for forty dollars.  F.  That is what you get, life.

When i say "i", i hope that you can get a bit of thought by substituting in your own "I" or a "we".