subtle.
"moving on"...
"It's impossible to judge the size of the internal injury by the size of the external wound."
-Salman Rushdie, paraphrased
It's not constructive of me to try to prove my misery, or to try to verbalize the spreading chancres peppering my attempts at enthusiasm and self-improvement. It solves nothing to air my fears that I've passed some internal point of no return that I never knew existed and still don't understand in the slightest. It's masturbatory and pointless to try to describe the panic I'm trying to supress, and self-aggrandizing to talk about how my attempts to change myself, upon being partially realized, have revealed themselves as nonsensical fantasies, childish, robotic, and sad.
Still, I'm going to post this.
"It's impossible to judge the size of the internal injury by the size of the external wound."
-Salman Rushdie, paraphrased
It's not constructive of me to try to prove my misery, or to try to verbalize the spreading chancres peppering my attempts at enthusiasm and self-improvement. It solves nothing to air my fears that I've passed some internal point of no return that I never knew existed and still don't understand in the slightest. It's masturbatory and pointless to try to describe the panic I'm trying to supress, and self-aggrandizing to talk about how my attempts to change myself, upon being partially realized, have revealed themselves as nonsensical fantasies, childish, robotic, and sad.
Still, I'm going to post this.