I live for drugs and guitar, though that’s probably a really bad thing. All my friends always tell me off for my drug use but I don’t care, I love it. I used to live for other people but I somehow stopped caring about them as much as i did.
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It’s an escape from reality, isn’t that what we all want?
Yeah, that’s mainly why I do it and also because there’s nothing else to do when waiting for the train.
people who tell you it is bad to live for that specific thing but doesn’t try to give you another reason to live for something else then they are assholes.
Yeah, it’s kind of like saying you should die; they take away your reason for living and don’t give you another one.
My reason for living was taken away from me. Unfortunately it was my stupidity and stubbornness that made it possible in the first place. I made so many mistakes. If I had been able to correct them in time, maybe the outcome would have been different. So my companions now are regret and bitter disappointment. Until the very end, which will be soon enough.
What was it? (If you don’t mind me asking)
I live because I am scared to end my life. But as far as hobbies and motivations are concerned, I enjoy playing video games, watching anime and listening to music. All of these things I do so I can take my mind out of reality, pretend I am one of the fictional characters, pretend I am happy… If these things are taken away from me, I don’t know if the my fear of ending my life would be enough to keep my life.
I wish
You should get some kind of a creative outlet, it really helps.
Hah, silly people. I love how everyone thinks they are doing ‘good’ or better by not doing drugs (disclaimer, I don’t use myself). As if just by not, they are contributing more, and better, to society. Fact is 99% of people born probably didn’t and probably won’t have a meaningful impact on history.
I wish I knew how to convey the idea my brain is trying to birth. I fear I am failing horribly. Hrm, I suppose i’m trying to convey the irony of the words “get a job”. As if that is the point of life. To be a good simple serving member of society, in your neat little box with your neat little job, your neat little things. It’s just a silly social construct. Meanwhile, the same people who tell you to not use, beat abuse their spouses or kids. Watch endorphin pumping, mind numbing television. Getting a fix, but in a way that the rest of our fellow primates have deemed acceptable…
Hopefully that made some sort of empathic sense to you 😉