Pyromania
How is it that I can take the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced, and trivialize it? What happened to me? It was going so fucking well... and I blew it. Burning everything around me as I go down in a circle of flames.
It's funny, because these last couple weeks have been the most confusing and at the same time the most interesting and eye-opening weeks I have had. I have learned and understood and experienced... and I finally had probably the most emotionally profound and happiest moment of my life... And now it's probably all being torn to shreds. Fuck King Midas... I got him beat. He turned everything he touched into gold.
I twist everything I am associated with into a selfish and corrupted entity. Much like an arsonist, I torch all the good I've had since Saturday into bad... just because I couldn't keep myself from being selfish.
I mean, I'm not simply complaining here. This is not as serious as the last fuck up. It's worse. Yeah, I know you're thinking, it can't be any worse, Z's just being over-melodramatic.
The truth is, I've had a very odd month since the 12th.
It went from doldrumic depression to resounding glee and happiness into anger into happiness and excitement and giddiness on Saturday, and finally... beauty on Sunday.
Sigh.
Z
It's funny, because these last couple weeks have been the most confusing and at the same time the most interesting and eye-opening weeks I have had. I have learned and understood and experienced... and I finally had probably the most emotionally profound and happiest moment of my life... And now it's probably all being torn to shreds. Fuck King Midas... I got him beat. He turned everything he touched into gold.
I twist everything I am associated with into a selfish and corrupted entity. Much like an arsonist, I torch all the good I've had since Saturday into bad... just because I couldn't keep myself from being selfish.
I mean, I'm not simply complaining here. This is not as serious as the last fuck up. It's worse. Yeah, I know you're thinking, it can't be any worse, Z's just being over-melodramatic.
The truth is, I've had a very odd month since the 12th.
It went from doldrumic depression to resounding glee and happiness into anger into happiness and excitement and giddiness on Saturday, and finally... beauty on Sunday.
Sigh.
Z