Le Club Fight
Quotes that seem appropriate for the moment:
I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
I felt like destroying something beautiful.
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
I just don't want to die without a few scars.
~~~
I'm searching for myself and coming up with nothing. I am an empty shell that knows the appropriate reactions and makes sure to keep her mask straight. I am unoriginal and I know nothing. I'm lost and confused and malcontent. I think to the point it hurts and inhibits personal growth. I want to let it all go. I don't want to die, it's not worth it and as long as I love myself I'm fine. I still want to let go. I want to be freed from this every day shit they call life. There is no point in this preparation process; I am going to die regardless of what level of education I achieve, what image I present. What is true accomplishment anyway? Whoever created the seven deadly sins must have believed we would live forever; of course there's all that heaven shit. Is that the time when we get to enjoy those sins without repercussions? Is heaven a life without consequences, or at least without care about those consequences? I can take comfort in that I'm caring less and less each day; it's become especially evident this year that there is no point.
No fucking point.
What do I do now?
I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
I felt like destroying something beautiful.
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
I just don't want to die without a few scars.
~~~
I'm searching for myself and coming up with nothing. I am an empty shell that knows the appropriate reactions and makes sure to keep her mask straight. I am unoriginal and I know nothing. I'm lost and confused and malcontent. I think to the point it hurts and inhibits personal growth. I want to let it all go. I don't want to die, it's not worth it and as long as I love myself I'm fine. I still want to let go. I want to be freed from this every day shit they call life. There is no point in this preparation process; I am going to die regardless of what level of education I achieve, what image I present. What is true accomplishment anyway? Whoever created the seven deadly sins must have believed we would live forever; of course there's all that heaven shit. Is that the time when we get to enjoy those sins without repercussions? Is heaven a life without consequences, or at least without care about those consequences? I can take comfort in that I'm caring less and less each day; it's become especially evident this year that there is no point.
No fucking point.
What do I do now?