I feel alone.
I need to yell.
The only thing you can truly rely on is yourself, you know? Just your own mind and your own thoughts. Everything else is unreliable, fleeting. People get tired, get bored, they leave, they move on to better things. Animals, too. Technology is variable and can work one day and crash the next. Nature can turn on you. In the end, all you’ve got is yourself.
Don’t judge me on the way I clothe myself. Until you can show me the statistical proof that all people who wear bright colors are either a) hippies, b) nonconformists, or c) stupid, shut the hell up.
I wish life were as it was a few weeks ago, two or three, maybe.
I’m still looking for whatever it is I’m missing, or whatever it is I lost. I’m unsure as to whether I’ve lost it or whether I’ve just realized I’d never possessed it. Maybe it’s something I have, something extra, that I need to get rid of. Whatever it is, I hate it.
What is worse, to never be able to be trusted or to never be able to trust?
All an emotion does is make you feel. All a feeling does is make you emotional. Both are irrational and should be trifled with as little as possible.
This blog makes little sense.