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I don't even understand anymore what it's all about. I don't know where to begin searching for answers, I don't know whether I even want to know the answers.
I came into my room, listened to Nick Cave, lay on my bed and thought only about him. And I don't even know why. I don't understand why we think the thoughts we do or think about the people we think about. I don't understand anything anymore and I don't understand why that is.
I feel so empty.
I feel the need to estrange myself from everything and everyone. The need for solitude is stirring up once again. And, yet, all I really would like right now is some stimulating intellectual conversation. Nothing else.
My disposition is becoming very bleak very quickly.
It's not just from the music, I feel frigid from within. And it has nothing to do with the temperature outside.
Paix...?
I came into my room, listened to Nick Cave, lay on my bed and thought only about him. And I don't even know why. I don't understand why we think the thoughts we do or think about the people we think about. I don't understand anything anymore and I don't understand why that is.
I feel so empty.
I feel the need to estrange myself from everything and everyone. The need for solitude is stirring up once again. And, yet, all I really would like right now is some stimulating intellectual conversation. Nothing else.
My disposition is becoming very bleak very quickly.
It's not just from the music, I feel frigid from within. And it has nothing to do with the temperature outside.
Paix...?