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i just can't bring myself to write about feelings. whenver i'm hella "emotional" i'm too upset to clarify other than i'm fucking upset, or pissed, or seconds away from listening to morrisey. but then when i calm down, what ever was bothering me just doesn't fucking matter anymore. im not one of those people that feels any sort of catharsis from releasing baggage. actually, to be honest, i dont think i'm the type of person that ever experiences any sort of catharsis or uplifting moments. oh sure, i got the good and the bad same as the next person, its just that nothing totally comforts me. the closest things that do, i've been conditioned to feel guilty about. not that that's a cop out, its just how my brain has developed, along with the help of outside pressure, to make sure that the pressure in my head doesn't cause it to fucking pop.
thats' why im a post-nowist now. because the present sucks, the past makes me miserable, and the future is one big scary unknown.
thats' why im a post-nowist now. because the present sucks, the past makes me miserable, and the future is one big scary unknown.