I suppose that if you consider the effects of being alone to be negative in some respects, then I suppose one can rationalise a psychological impact in being unable to tell someone something extraordinary. For example, today I received a salary rise and could not express my joy to anyone but myself. I cannot communicate …
I speak to you to tell you the lies in my life. The truth behind the changes within me. I come to you so that I can feel free, knowing you’ll hear me. I sometimes decay. That which made me uncertain and boyish, that which defined me, yields now to who I am now. Are …
I don’t want to. I don’t want them to feel that they can draw me out when they choose to. A trapped mind fights to find solace in its being, weakened at birth by those around it, it forgets who it is, what it is and why it is and it feels happy at lest …
I think I’ve gown my whole life slowly and fast to live my life fast and slow.
I get real sad when I plan the things in my life for the future – for I know that I will loose my parents while I Perdue my dreams and plans. And I only hope that I can make it up to them for everything they have done for me. sadly I know that …
It’s a strange feeling knowing what my biggest regret will be. The more I think about it the more I wonder how crazy the idea is. I sometimes think that perhaps I can change what will happen but I know that I dont want it to happen. When I die, I hope I will leave …
Sometimes I think that I’m the only person in the world and everyone else just happens around me. How deranged is that thought? I’m thinking a little bit selfish. But in this, my solidarity is my greatest asset?
The more I wonder, the more I dream, the more I become saddened if hereafter there is nothing, for then nothing really matters, there is no point over and above us that exists in the universe. Are we merely a function, a result in a algorithm? If so, how pointless and sad we are. I …
The more I wonder, the more I dream, the more I become saddened if hereafter there is nothing, for then nothing really matters, there is no point over and above us that exists in the universe. Are we merely a function, a result in a algorithm? If so, how pointless and sad we are. I …
I’ve lost all that I thought I wanted to loose and now I realise I’ve lost more than I ever wanted.