Recapitulation.
I'm at a strange time in my life. I feel supremely disconnected. I feel small and useless, just impotent. I want to save the world. I want to be Batman. I've never felt this weak, or this lost. Maybe I'll teach English. That will probably go wrong. I'm mired in recurring misfortune.
Not that I'm complaining.
Out of the many roads I coudl travel, I desire only two. One into the dangerous past, and one into a wildly uncertain future. Either path may lead to a graveyard. There are other roads. Roads I gave up on. I'm addled.
I want to create. I have too many ideas, I am too creative; my dreams are too vivid and complicated. I'm too good for my own good.
I'm pretty fucking lonely. Granted, I am aware there are lonlier people in worse situations, but I don't believe in emotional competition. I find amazing my ability to feel completely disconnected and alone when surrounded by others, like everything is happening around me; I'm in the way. I can go vividly unnoticed for as long as I wish, breaking my invisibility with some forceful declaration of my existence. Fuck, I always wanted to be a ninja.
I don't really do anything useful, I'm not really needed around here. All I am is some hopeless romantic dreamer, creating worlds when I barely live in my own. Not sure why I even bother.
Not that I'm complaining.
Out of the many roads I coudl travel, I desire only two. One into the dangerous past, and one into a wildly uncertain future. Either path may lead to a graveyard. There are other roads. Roads I gave up on. I'm addled.
I want to create. I have too many ideas, I am too creative; my dreams are too vivid and complicated. I'm too good for my own good.
I'm pretty fucking lonely. Granted, I am aware there are lonlier people in worse situations, but I don't believe in emotional competition. I find amazing my ability to feel completely disconnected and alone when surrounded by others, like everything is happening around me; I'm in the way. I can go vividly unnoticed for as long as I wish, breaking my invisibility with some forceful declaration of my existence. Fuck, I always wanted to be a ninja.
I don't really do anything useful, I'm not really needed around here. All I am is some hopeless romantic dreamer, creating worlds when I barely live in my own. Not sure why I even bother.