Things have improved, things are improving, I feel as though I was losing my mind previously, over rather inconsequential things.
I hope things only go up from here.
Things are going to only go up from here.
You had for her.
I was a vector for your feelings for someone else, a substitute for someone else.
There is something I have done. This torment cannot be from some kind of sin.
I don't know what it was.
Good Lord.
I have come to a catastrophic realisation.
When we kissed on that bench.
That moment where I could've died happy.
That moment I would choose to relive on my death bed.
You weren't even kissing me.
That was all residuals for you.
You were kissing her, venting the passion
A painting without shadow, without darker tones, feels like an underdeveloped, incomplete and usually bad painting.
A beautiful painting has both the light and the shadow working in profound tandem.
I have awoken as though great drink had been consumed. It hadnt. Maybe I currently have an unhappiness so great, it feels like recovering from a poison at times.
Simply existing doesn't mean you deserve anything at all.
This is why we must reach out and take it.
But above all this is why we must be thankful beyond measure, for being given things we are undeserving of. Thus, we must be appreciative for everything that gives to us at all.
An individual doesn't owe anyone their time but themselves. They should receive apt reward for choosing to spend it where they do. If they do not recieve this, this is a profound crime.
Exploitation goes beyond an equation for why it is despicable. This is why it's beyond that.
Time can be seen as a commodity beyond that of anything else. No one knows how much time they have left.
If someone decides to spend their time on you, with this knowledge. They are giving you a gift no one is worthy of, and everyone should be thankful of.
Those who believe people do not have an inherit worth are of themselves lacking in worth. Every human has worth, measured beyond currency or monetary value. Everyone has capital. Human capital. Person capital.
Those who go against that, forfeit their own human capital.
Give me honesty, give me truth, give me accuracy.
I don't good damn care if you think feeling a certain way makes you 'look bad'. Act on yourself. Be yourself you fucking cunt. Stop playing characters. Exert your inherit authority as a woman, as a man, as a HUMAN.
The modern world is an accumulation of actors supporting actors, supporting actors, supporting actors, supporting actors, who present characters who are manifestations of wants and fantasies. This just adds to the acting of the ordinary person. It's profoundly upsetting.
I am not above this. I do it, and I have done it. I crave absolute truth. Yet it is never possible, as David Hume figured. So I must now be satiated with the most probable. I strongly dislike this.
I hate a great deal of modernity.
People are simply characters, they play characters, who they want themselves to be. Sometimes that's profound, sometimes it is not. The best lie is one routed in truth, seemingly, many people present themselves in accordance with that.
It seems to be a man who has little luck with romantic partners, and values emotional connection above a great deal of material pleasures, is to live a life of greater struggle.
Times like these calls for a cigarette while leaning outside of my bedroom window and looking at the lights in the distance to remind myself the world is bigger than my mind, and that I'm greatly thankful for that.