This is taken, word for word, from one of my diary entries.

22/04 - Monday. Damn that Ron that had taken my pen! For
these are words of importance and their haziness grieves me.

This world is Wrong! It creates more waste than goods.
Garbage is surrounding every living soul and will soon cloud
over even the purest work of art.  We have a system of
mundaneness , thoughtlessly designed to strangle anything of
beauty. This is a fool's heaven. A haven for idiots. The
boon of wisdom is sought after with great zeal, oh yes, but
only to quench the endless thirst of our misery - A shallow
cure, not the miracle it is supposed to be.
Come Fury! And come flames, and from the flames -
Redemption. 'Progress', this is what they call when all the
old tricks turned new and shiny and mass-produced.
Nationwide Hypocrisy and egomania. The never-pronounced
truth that our people are worth a lot more than everyone
else - we will never admit this, but our every action is
guided by this one rule. Politicians and magicians.
Deceivers and believers  - both often within the same
person. This high and mighty hell of democracy. Underneath
this veil we are suckled to oblivion. And we like our
force-feeding (Our color-TV, our sensible censorship, our
newfound faith in ancient lies), We are grateful for it.
Until all the suffering shall trickle out of our bleeding
wounds and be seen, when we finally stop applauding
destruction and blondes and notice our own
Black-Blind-Beating hearts can take no more.
But how can we know? All our prophets are rendered madmen
and our artists useless. We live in a world within a world
within a world, and the framework is collapsing. The
Mothership is calling in it's last regrets. All that will
remain are tiny separate bubbles of existence. A David here,
A Tali there. Like old discarded puppets. Our master has
fled and we do all we can to escape our own responsibilities
- to master ourselves. Our freedom is wasted, for we use it
only to limit ourselves, and unleash our faults, our hatred,
anger and cold philosophy.
An entire generation of "no, that won't happen to me"'s.
Residents of sofas and coffee shops. Overgrown children
given ammunition and denied the cures. And love! Love will
tear us apart until we finally realize all our wrong turns
sent us flying towards solitude. Our entire lives are built
on error and misguidance. We pity our folly but we cherish
it. Swim in our private lake of pain. For loneliness has
found us even in the shelter of each other.
Disowned and obedient - we are drifting into atrophy.