I’ve realized something of late, something that fucks me over every time I even think about it. I never realized how much of a bloody nihilist I am. It’s disgusting. Some people have a real reason to become a nihilist (though it’s never a good thing), but there is no reason for me to be this much a a bloody misanthrope and cynic. I disgust myself by simply living, I disgust myself by thinking of suicide. I can’t win against myself, and I am not sure I want to.
Of late, I findmyself wanting to read, wanting to write, […]