And now I wonder how I was made...

[i_m_on_crack]

What isn't temporal?

I guess I should not be bitter. That would be better.

Immortality is fleeting, and most likely unattainable.

Can I write? Can I devote myself to it?

What I really want is to fall asleep next to someone, holding them.

Why can't I relate to others?

I feel confused, and somewhat nauseated.

sorry for making you read this. Blarhghg.

If you want to know what beauty is, read Yukio Mishima. More specifically, the Sea of Fertility tetrology (spelling?).

Final thought: I would so have Ginny Weasly as my girlfriend.