Magic.
Aaaaahh.... I love this feeling. This absolute contentedness with my life.... I'm no longer lonely. I'm no longer bored..... I'm not sad..... anger will always be there, true, but that's because without it I wouldn't really be me..... But it's beautiful.
Beautiful to just be able to sit back, close my eyes and smile. I can feel happiness trailing down my arms and into my fingers as I write, simply because I am writing. There is no goal, no real reason to.... my misanthropy is currently sleeping off a bout of irritability in the back room, so right now I'm in love with the world. It's just effing awesome.
God..... Thank you for letting me feel this. Thank you for bestowing this on me...... I'll try to be worthy of it.
By the way.... rest in peace, Terry Schiavo. Your death puts a smile on my face, not because I'm cruel and malicious, but because I know that you are much happier having gone on to whatever awaits you than to be forced to cling to life in that pathetic excuse of a mortal shell. May great rewards greet you in your death.
Beautiful to just be able to sit back, close my eyes and smile. I can feel happiness trailing down my arms and into my fingers as I write, simply because I am writing. There is no goal, no real reason to.... my misanthropy is currently sleeping off a bout of irritability in the back room, so right now I'm in love with the world. It's just effing awesome.
God..... Thank you for letting me feel this. Thank you for bestowing this on me...... I'll try to be worthy of it.
By the way.... rest in peace, Terry Schiavo. Your death puts a smile on my face, not because I'm cruel and malicious, but because I know that you are much happier having gone on to whatever awaits you than to be forced to cling to life in that pathetic excuse of a mortal shell. May great rewards greet you in your death.