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nothing can be normal
realization, aside from understanding the condition... captures a feeling, physically it causes something along the lines of a blunt expansion in your throat... or at least my throat that is. to realize my conditon is to demoralize my existence and building fires for my surrounding environment and all of it's fabrication no longer seem to be of any concern. It's instances like this that the justification for any taste in irony vanishes.
The sovereign ideas speeding through my head, point me onto a path of frustration, and the only thing I can see that would make this any better would be to do ridiculous deeds that tyrants preform to find joy
And I suppose that the god damn shame in all of this is...I can see what Im doing
...and not only can I see what I'm doing, I see what I have done and will continue to do...I truly have no opinion, and I don't believe I have any morals left in me either, the obedience we are all raised in for proper social conduct keep me a gentleman,
but I really am getting to the point where I don't give a fuck because I can't seem to find it within or outside of me any reason what so ever as to why I haven't blown my brains out...it would actually probably save me from dealing with the copious amounts of grief and mental anguish assured to follow the the assured disappointments.
livestrong.
realization, aside from understanding the condition... captures a feeling, physically it causes something along the lines of a blunt expansion in your throat... or at least my throat that is. to realize my conditon is to demoralize my existence and building fires for my surrounding environment and all of it's fabrication no longer seem to be of any concern. It's instances like this that the justification for any taste in irony vanishes.
The sovereign ideas speeding through my head, point me onto a path of frustration, and the only thing I can see that would make this any better would be to do ridiculous deeds that tyrants preform to find joy
And I suppose that the god damn shame in all of this is...I can see what Im doing
...and not only can I see what I'm doing, I see what I have done and will continue to do...I truly have no opinion, and I don't believe I have any morals left in me either, the obedience we are all raised in for proper social conduct keep me a gentleman,
but I really am getting to the point where I don't give a fuck because I can't seem to find it within or outside of me any reason what so ever as to why I haven't blown my brains out...it would actually probably save me from dealing with the copious amounts of grief and mental anguish assured to follow the the assured disappointments.
livestrong.