responsibility is the one word i detest.
i shudder to think of it.
it chases me, threatens me, frightens me.
responsibility is the rat behind me in this rat race, gnawing at me with its teeth.
i feel it changing me from within, making me its slave.
come to think of slavery, huh... is it really masochism, giving up all the control? i think not. it is pure extasy. just imagine the world where you need not make decisions... how i crave for it, beg for it. i am ready to pay for such a luxury. just set the price. i am still blank, am i not?