They are all the same. My artistry shot through, my ability disjointed. Let it stop. I can’t create anything worth a damn anymore. I have such hatred for you Faithless. I despise you Faithless. And yet perhaps I cannot hate enough. I am still here. Is it the medication? Is it a peverse bond with my dearests? Am I really not that depressed? What am I perhaps? I know what I was; Smart, artsy, witty, social and earning a decent wage. What am I now poor, sad, pathetic, dense and medicated. I was never alone, I will never pretend at that. I still have such […]
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all life really is is a set pattern of habits, you wake up everyday, go throught the pointless sharad we call life, maybe some good shit happens, maybe some bad shit happens, then you go to sleep. just to get up and do that shit all over again.
i was taught when i was younger that if you repeatedly did something it became habit, which became life. so how do new things fit into that? if its new it was never habit right? so here we go with another pointless debate. i think we were all born to be adaptive. to accept change when nessasary or […]