sick with want
Ever get this feeling like nobody actually knows a damn thing?
It really isn't possible for us to know anything about anything. Even our sciences and our arithmetics are based on theorem and ideas. People judge others when they don't even know them. We don't even know ourselves. It's all just this mess of unknown, it's terrifying, it's tempting. We aren't even sure if what we can see directly in front of us exists. I don't mean to sound like a nihilist or anything, but lately I've been doubting everything.
Every word, every gesture, every emotion, every circumstance. I am doubting the very words I write.
In conclusion, there is definitely something wrong with me.
It really isn't possible for us to know anything about anything. Even our sciences and our arithmetics are based on theorem and ideas. People judge others when they don't even know them. We don't even know ourselves. It's all just this mess of unknown, it's terrifying, it's tempting. We aren't even sure if what we can see directly in front of us exists. I don't mean to sound like a nihilist or anything, but lately I've been doubting everything.
Every word, every gesture, every emotion, every circumstance. I am doubting the very words I write.
In conclusion, there is definitely something wrong with me.