Mar 29, 2005 01:10
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How can life be so utterly, pathetically, confusing? How can one small thought, create another thousand thoughts, and stem into a web of confusion? I feel impotent. Impotent is actually, the complete opposite of my physical reaction to the situation I have been unceremoniously thrust into. But it definitely describes my mental stability at the moment. I want to hurt someone, (brilliant my inability to articulate my thoughts has turned me into a sadomasochist.) But then again, to inflict pain on another wouldn’t help. Not really.
I feel, and sound, like an angry angsty teenager. Why is that when confusion rears its ugly head do you revert to your most primal instinct? For me the primal instinct is to run away and behave like a tosser. Is there a way to remove instinct?
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Is it possible for something to be classed as a curse while remaining a blessing? Or is it just a curse so cleverly disguised you don’t realise it’s a curse at first? Am I being overdramatic? I think so.
I am going to go break things, and stomp, and act like a little shit that is displaying far too much angst for there own good. Then I shall stick my head in something, possibly a toilet, because obviously, behaving like an arse is the best bet at the moment. If anybody wants to find me, I will probably be around performing all the tasks listed above plus moping. We all love a good moping guy, right?