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Hello, livejournal.
I haven't talked to you in a while!
Or my real journal.
I think I've been avoiding introspection at all costs.
I think this is because I have inadvertently linked it with distant moods and negative theories on my life.
It is a weird feeling realizing that there is no such thing as impossible and possible.
That facts are only "facts" for the time being, and that at some point in the near or distant future, even in the next second after you read this sentence, they could completely unravel and become complete and utter rubbish.
Imagine what a shock that would be to humanity.
If the world turned itself upside down.
If everything we thought we knew about everything was instantly brought to light as simply ideas.
What would happen to our race? Who surround themselves with these rocks of facts to protect themselves from the truly limitless world around them?
I'm trailing off...
I think
In the end
I'll probably go into social work.
I can't see myself doing anything else
or being interested enough in anything else.
Why can't I commit myself to something
or be a good dancer/actor so I could just do theatre?!
I think I live my life based on impulses.
And I also think I don't care about people.
Anyone.
I'm not singling anyone out here.
I think I do on the surface
but in my head, I don't.
It's not like I'm being two faced either
it just happens.
But I guess it's either that or me be a 100% bitch.
I think this makes me the perfect candidate for a career in social work.
I love being outside in the rain with big rain drops.
I am sick of "catching up" with people.
It's awkward and no one likes it.
People who you used to know a little bit,
"SO what are you doing with yourself lately?"
"Ohhh that sounds awesome!" *insert here awkward laugh*
"Yeah, this year was tough, but thank god for summer!"
*insert here pleasantries and goodbyes*
That's all.
I haven't talked to you in a while!
Or my real journal.
I think I've been avoiding introspection at all costs.
I think this is because I have inadvertently linked it with distant moods and negative theories on my life.
It is a weird feeling realizing that there is no such thing as impossible and possible.
That facts are only "facts" for the time being, and that at some point in the near or distant future, even in the next second after you read this sentence, they could completely unravel and become complete and utter rubbish.
Imagine what a shock that would be to humanity.
If the world turned itself upside down.
If everything we thought we knew about everything was instantly brought to light as simply ideas.
What would happen to our race? Who surround themselves with these rocks of facts to protect themselves from the truly limitless world around them?
I'm trailing off...
I think
In the end
I'll probably go into social work.
I can't see myself doing anything else
or being interested enough in anything else.
Why can't I commit myself to something
or be a good dancer/actor so I could just do theatre?!
I think I live my life based on impulses.
And I also think I don't care about people.
Anyone.
I'm not singling anyone out here.
I think I do on the surface
but in my head, I don't.
It's not like I'm being two faced either
it just happens.
But I guess it's either that or me be a 100% bitch.
I think this makes me the perfect candidate for a career in social work.
I love being outside in the rain with big rain drops.
I am sick of "catching up" with people.
It's awkward and no one likes it.
People who you used to know a little bit,
"SO what are you doing with yourself lately?"
"Ohhh that sounds awesome!" *insert here awkward laugh*
"Yeah, this year was tough, but thank god for summer!"
*insert here pleasantries and goodbyes*
That's all.