a bit burnt.
i guess i’ve been a dreamer for too long. but i let it go too far. stargazer by nature.
reading, looking back on a dozon foolish utterings. jeez, its almost breath taking how much one can change over a short span. Regrets are useless but steady. Over exposure via the internet. Although comfort can be found in the reassuring thought that others experience similiar emotions, personally, i find no justification for my past posts. The audience mass is irrelevant. The opinions are garbage. The focus is on my lack of preservation of private thoughts. Ranting against it, you begin to commit it. Realizing your own hyprocrisy through the shit you put publically.
appareantly there is a difference between regular depression and existentialism based depression.
look up
Leonid andreyev
to barely exist.
the sunset shifts and i flow out. there really isn’t any reason to stop it now.
you wander besides each post. the cat’s playing with the lighters again. a true soccer champion. i wonder where they disappear to. faceit. he faced a quarter of it.
i wonder if they can see right through each other. i stopped making promises i had no interest in fulfilling. white bed sheets truly are the wrong choice if you’re always going to be careless with your cigarettes. cats look as if they are forcing their eyelids shut when they sleep. maybe that’s the only way to dream.
robert anton wilson.
