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I promised that I'd sleep, but I can't seem to... so what the hell.
I don't think I ever let myself be happy, and whenever everyone thinks I am it's when I'm at my most miserable. Kierkegaard (because I'm a pretentious bastard and can spell his name correctly, if nothing else) said on his death-bed that he lived a life of private and unbearable pain which others knew nothing of. I think all of my friends know how I am and how I feel, but I still can't help relating to that quote.
Maybe it's why I engage in acts of such fucked-off nihilism that everyone construes as me wanting attention.
I sound like an emo.
It's pathetic.
No one reads this anyway (emo).
I don't think I ever let myself be happy, and whenever everyone thinks I am it's when I'm at my most miserable. Kierkegaard (because I'm a pretentious bastard and can spell his name correctly, if nothing else) said on his death-bed that he lived a life of private and unbearable pain which others knew nothing of. I think all of my friends know how I am and how I feel, but I still can't help relating to that quote.
Maybe it's why I engage in acts of such fucked-off nihilism that everyone construes as me wanting attention.
I sound like an emo.
It's pathetic.
No one reads this anyway (emo).