the T point

the t point, is the title of the book i intend to write out of complete vacancy, it is useless, hopeless and the most boring piece of work anyone in their right senses should read. it is for those who have lost it and are as frustrated and pissed with the world im born in. infact it would be an ideal read when nothing makes sense and you have really cryed till your head aches and you wonder why you are born and try really really hard to make sense of the world around you but cannot. why so intelligent that i cannot harness it and what is the way ahead and why ahead. what is our obsession with ahead when there are 360 degrees of directions all around.the t point is the point at which the mind has to chose which direction to go in. continue crying, stop crying, or be fake and ignore you desperate need for explaination to the world around you. wht the mind doesnt know is that every point is the t point and what matters for the mind is the ability to stay,at a point irrespective of what is ahead of it.where do i go from here.so this is a book where the reader can decide for me where i can go from here, coz thre is no rule in the world that says that i write the story and you read it, im letting you imagine the story instead. everybody hurts and everybody sobs and there is dozen a dime sonnet but it feels like shit repeatedly and i am dedicating a book to encourage the most crappy feeling on earth the one where we are at the T point... my life sux and i dont c y i shud be euphimistic about the situation which generally stems from love & insecurity, and the abiliy of these 2 concepts to combine into a harrasment beyond my belief.the t point is the point at which hatred, disrespect for onself and all things around and much worse precipitate in to the stupidest situation for all those alive.the one where i delve into the detail reason of why in the fking bejeses should i be subject to misery, subjected upon me by myself for no fault of mine.