November 2010
I'm Sad Because I Can't Be Sad
I have to play music when I sleep because my thoughts keep me awake. My thoughts that I will die alone, or even worse, entirely happy, having only made everything for everyone else worse. The closer they are to me, the worst I’ve made their life. That is why I have to music to fall asleep.
Angst, that familiar taste
1 year, 3 months, and 2 days. Otherwise known as always.
I just feel like nothing matters. The past apparently amounts to nothing if it can be torn down this easily. The future is a blur. So many possibilities are open, none of which are any combination of feasible, lasting, advisable, or at least promising. You’d think that as a eighteen year old college student, I’d have more...
Happiness is the social movement
On October 14th I made this blog. About a week ago, someone very dear to me voiced her disproval of its unimportance and lack of purpose. I agreed. I have not posted anything since the day I created this account on October 14th. I have been waiting for something substantial to creep into my mind. Sometimes I wonder if that will ever happen. Until then I have this to say: There is no one left to...
