You are important and valuable. So priceless, that I want to spend my time on you. Please come talk to me. Nothing would delight me more. I have an ear perfect for listening. And lips always good for a smile. Or an encouraging word. Do not be shy. ^.^
spoonman
How can a mind be so full and feel so empty? I am at a loss. I sit here before the internet, which banks a great wealth of humanity’s knowledge. I have a notebook full of notes and deductions and musings on this, both of my own and other trusted authorities and sources. I have read notes of the successful. I have watched videos. Seen documentaries. Read posts on here. Studied any sort of research on the subject I can find. Yet I am still left with one unanswered question: how does one logic himself to death?
I know that reason is the key to conquering […]
How many final nights have I had? How many last days? How many dying moments? I have been here before. But never quite like this. Both the extent if the anguish and the cold rationalizing that have brought me to this moment are greater than I have experienced. And I have been desperate enough to take a steak knife to my throat. But now I feel no desperation. Only a calm hope that I can truthfully claim tonight as my last and an exhausting despair that it wont be. I have the means to execute my execution. I can muster not a single reason to […]