The Obelisk of Darkness is my alter personality. A dark, brooding guy who views life as a hopeless whirlpool in which one is caught, powerless to prevent fate.

I've always wondered how one's personality is forged. Or, more precisely, how one such as me is forged. How is it that someone comes to hate live so much that nothing matters anymore. How is it that I came to not care about anything or anyone, including myself? And yet, is that considered evil? People have come to view me as someone who is a good listener, yet and I? Is that trully me? or just because I've not a care left for this world.

Consider, everyday while reading the news, I cannot grieve for those who have died, young of old, in my mind all I'm thinking of is that they where spared a miserable life. In life, I can never bring myself to do something I hate, even if it means life or death. In my mindstate, dying because of refusing to do what I hate is considered a fair death.

Wondering about all these, I turn my sight inwards, to my very being. How "real" am I? Although I've not changed for years, 9 years, is this the real me? or is my true self trampled down so much it does not seek to resurface anymore? I prefer to be alone, but can I trully live in solitude? or am I lonely? But I do not feel lonely, just bored. Is this what I've become?

Hope, they say, is why people cling one to live. For me, Hope, is a denial of reality. I can't define happiness, but I can relate with anger and hate. Although there is really not much left to be angry about as it is useless. For such a long time my anger has expressed anger has been fake as I do not care enough to take offence anymore. But why is it sometimes I offend people just by not letting them offend me? The world hasn't change... no, its the humans that have yet to change, or is it? The world as I see it the deteriorating, and I've had the opinion that the world would not get any better ever since 911. I was right.