Why can't I be superhuman?
The thought that I'm just another idiotic fuck-up doomed to make the same mistakes endlessly while completely oblivious to what I'm doing wrong makes me want to break down and cry. I don't want to be like all the rest. I don't want to be so weak. Have all these years of introspection really done me any good, or have I just tricked myself into believing that I've achieved some level of emotional wisdom? I don't want to accept it as irreversible fact that I can be selfish and at times am too foolish to not see that I'm being so. I don't want to accept that I can be just as confused as your average Joe and don't always know what to say or do. This hasn't always been the case, has it? Aren't I someone who people can confide in and look to for help or comfort? Do I really even know myself?
Is it possible that someone can be so perfect for you while at the same time you can not be right for them? That sounds like a sick joke. If I'm doing something wrong then there must be a way to change that.
Please, let it not be me. I'm trying too hard and have far too much desire to be the best I possibly can to be at fault.
And why do I feel the need to post shit like this online. Is there any worth to this, or is it just more of my inane ramblings littered with faux-profundity in hopes of making myself feel like I'm not such an an idiot? I'm a fucking hack, aren't I?
Is it possible that someone can be so perfect for you while at the same time you can not be right for them? That sounds like a sick joke. If I'm doing something wrong then there must be a way to change that.
Please, let it not be me. I'm trying too hard and have far too much desire to be the best I possibly can to be at fault.
And why do I feel the need to post shit like this online. Is there any worth to this, or is it just more of my inane ramblings littered with faux-profundity in hopes of making myself feel like I'm not such an an idiot? I'm a fucking hack, aren't I?