February 2012
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I’m still confused. I know what to do, but I’m still confused.
Nothing is getting better, is it? That’s what I keep telling myself, then seize inside because there’s a part of me that realizes that this must be the part where everything good comes crashing down. Where people thought me great in any way realize their folly and grow bored of me. They, being the other...
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Haha! I woke up first! In the world of young people and their tendencies toward eternal sleep, this is an accomplishment.
Anyway… I suppose the first conundrum that our humble narrator has chanced upon is the oh-so tempting bait to overload myself with a multitude of things that sparkling on their own, but together have every chance of crushing me. Yes, this is a problem. But I suppose...
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In the event of wasting time or wasting away, I don’t know what I’m doing on here.
What is it? A venting outlet? One that has no hole to disperse into, so that all the thoughts and the hate and the worries and the paranoia and even sometimes small amount of hope, all they do is thrash and flail and kick and bite and scream in their new tangible form as I leave them here in limbo. Is...
Hmm. Okay then...
Like if you miss me
but-i-have-myself:
“I want out of the labels. I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that’s not on the map. A real adventure. A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.”
- Chuck Palahniuk
“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that...”
– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via peracto)
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via andrewharlow)
January 2012
