burn it burn it burn it burn
By now I should understand my place in the world and what is allowed and what is not. Every time I start to think differently about things I am served a painful reminder that things have not changed. A glorious affirmation that the things I've always thought about myself are true. I am not special. I am not important. I am not unique. I am filler, a spacer, a song to pass the time. I am not the high point but the neutral. When I accept this I can be free. When I stop fighting this then I can relax. When one has no pride it cannot get shit on. I should know by now, but I get the feeling that this is a mistake I will keep repeating again and again.