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I think I am reaching a metaphorical fork in the road. Or crossroads. Something relating to different paths that one must eventually take if one wants to continue forward. I can stay as I have always been and continue on a path of acceptance even if the thing I am accept are corrupt or have something off about them. I can also go a different many routes that break off from this standard, but in doing so I will lose things. The more and more I tend to think, the more and more I tend to think about how losing these things would probably do me some good. It's that whole, "people change" or "people go their own paths" thing. I have a problem accepting the fact that I am a person who must also choose a path. The problem is, choosing a path is difficult. One never actually comes to his metaphorical path(see: metaphorical).
It's difficult for me to put what I feel in writing, to express it. Sometimes it's impossible, and when attempting to express - I fail. Usually it appears delusional or empty or something else that is negative.
I really have no connection with other people, it tends to be impossible. I'm not sure if it's that I don't care or that other people don't really care, floating through an existence without substance. I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? I can look into the minds of other people and see "what's going on." Clashing ignorances, personalities, existences, why even bother? Trying appears pointless, it always ends the same.
But I can't talk in absolutes, can't talk in absolutes. Funny funny.
I feel sorry if you think this is an emo-adolescence rant. Because serious isn't supposed to exist in this world, right? It's all about admitting our faults and having a good time right? Floating and all that shit?
There's something wrong with our world's social function.
It's difficult for me to put what I feel in writing, to express it. Sometimes it's impossible, and when attempting to express - I fail. Usually it appears delusional or empty or something else that is negative.
I really have no connection with other people, it tends to be impossible. I'm not sure if it's that I don't care or that other people don't really care, floating through an existence without substance. I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? I can look into the minds of other people and see "what's going on." Clashing ignorances, personalities, existences, why even bother? Trying appears pointless, it always ends the same.
But I can't talk in absolutes, can't talk in absolutes. Funny funny.
I feel sorry if you think this is an emo-adolescence rant. Because serious isn't supposed to exist in this world, right? It's all about admitting our faults and having a good time right? Floating and all that shit?
There's something wrong with our world's social function.