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It seems as though I'm finally becoming comfortable with the meaninglessness of existence and death. Maybe I'm just becoming tired unto fatigue. Either way, I'm caring less and less. Life is turning into one big dream to me. It's difficult to tell whether or not I'mconscious nowadays. Nothing truly matters. Nothing even seems to touch me. It sort ( Read more... )

My personal achievement is always like a damn pendulum. I always take one step back for every two forward. At least it's still progress, but it's annoying, none the less. Like most humans, I feel this constantly, cloying desire for socialization. I want to be wanted. I've always tried to get rid of this troublesome and out-moded feeling, but every ( Read more... )

Something feels wrong about today. I can't tell if it's me or just everything around me. The sunlight doesn't seem to fit. The snow doesn't seem to fit. The cold, the light, my clothes... it all just seems wrong. Even my own skin feels uncomfortable. It's not quite itchy, it's more like a pair of pants that are a little too stiff and a little too ( Read more... )

Nothing is ever as uncomfortable as silence. Nothing is ever as unpleasant as being totally left alone with no entertainment. I think I understand why nobody does this now... After just a few hours of not speaking or listening or watching anything, life starts so suck pretty hard. All I have is my awareness of my existence in it's immediate, finite ( Read more... )

Why the hell do christians fear death? It sure seems to me that their whole philosophy details, quite plainly, that if they're good, just people that death will only be a good thing for them. This seems to be one of the most glaring contradictions in their religion, as a whole. Heaven and hell are the foundation of their entire faith. Even though ( Read more... )

What is the easiest way to cut down a tree? outlive it and let it fall on its own from old age ( Read more... )

This journal is intended specifically to aid me in advancing my own personal goals, whatever they may be. It is open to the public, and whoever may wish to add anything may do so freely. I do, however, reserve the right to not care about anything that does not deserve my attention, primarily anything written out of anger, spite, righteous ( Read more... )