Random and sleepless

I remember when my friend convinced me into starting this blog. I did it mostly to silence her.
Although I do like writing and all, I don't it that much and I don't, I don't know... it's like, I didn't want to do it because I couldn't see the point of writing in a public place like this for nobody to see it. But still, I would prefer to keep it private. So yeah, that's pretty dumb.
Then it started to be a deposit of weird stories, or at least the ones I managed to write.
And then a deposit of rants. But it just doesn't seem to fix things, raging against... a wall. Or maybe it fix, and I'm just made to remain on angry mode.
I don't even know why the hell am I writing this. But that's okay. I'm just, raging for nothing. It's like, asking for help without ask for help because you don't need help. That makes sense right? At least to me it seems to make. But lately I'm looking at my... logics, through a more pessimistic approach. Perhaps all my mental structures and ways of reasoning were made of sand and now the walls are coming down.
Or I'm just bored. Now THAT makes sense.
Have you ever watched Creepshow? It's nice. The whole feeling of it looks so amazing. Takes me back to those earlier years, where fear was something that could come from the television. No, Creepshow isn't scary. It's just that I feel so good with the ambience... I almost go to the point of wishing it was real. In fact, I went to this point straight away.
Well here I am, talking to the wall.
I guess it's better, since the people that would have been awake by now are probably like me, or even worse. But that's a thing I say without thinking very much since it's absurd.
Maybe not. But who knows?
And as always there's a lot of topics running through my mind, many of them I thought that would be nice to write something about here so I could try to make an opinion about it. But now it just look as relevant as talking about the weather.
I believe with every generation humanity reaches a new all-time low. Yeah, we're relentless diggers, and the well is bottomless.
Tragic thoughts, ain't it?
But also contraditory since I'm not all against humanity, I care for some people and I believe there are good people still roaming around. And I actually wish I was one of them. And maybe I am, maybe not. Another thing for the list of things I don't know.
The list goes on and on.
But I believe I can solve this situation this time without bothering people around. I know they won't like to read this last sentence, and in case they do, don't worry I'm handling things here and I'm not going to repeat the same implosive performance.
Maybe some day I get the car and go around through the night. I like to drive during these late hours, don't you?
This remember me of my thought about Maniac. I guess there just can't be an ultimate crazy weird killer guy movie. It's all about visions on the matter. But I like the one depicted at that movie. No, not like I like Creepshow, it just feels that it's as twisted as one's mind can be. Okay, not that much. But hey, it tries at least.
Perhaps I'm just hiding the dust under the carpet. But talking to my virtual wall takes some of the thoughts away. Until it awakes again.
And again.

And again...