When dreams crumble to dust

The pressure in me is exploding. I have got some really bad feelings... that people are plotting and big troubles are brewing. 

I felt totally drained last night. I could feel the exhuastion overtaking my body violently. As I drifted to sleep, it feels as if I have surrendered in my own battle. It had been a difficult battle. Those beautiful dreams I had about my future, my life and all the little things I have wished for, have all crumbled. It makes me ponder, what then happens after I get to where I wanted. Would I still be happy or would I be wishing for more? Would I have hurt anyone in my pursuit? 

I'm still trying to come to terms with the reality of life. I'm still feeling bitter over the fact that there isn't an inch on earth 
that is not spared by the evil of mankind. 

Man are despicable beings- we turn so power-hungry that nothing would stop us from jumping at each other's throats. Life is so fucking ugly and I wish I was never human to have any emotions at all.

Truely, life is such a bitch and all man are born to be political beings, which really makes us worse than animals. If there is such a thing as judgement day, I wish with all my heart that all man will be wiped out, leaving behind only a tragic vacuum that serves to remind how much we deserve it.