i could not be more boring more disillusioned unaddicted unsocial and hidden from the sun

Published on 29 February 2024 at 04:03

What does it take What ever it takes out of me, to be around sometimes and my life is not bad it's just  irrelevant 

So it's not a diary but I'm gathering that poverty of mind strikes us, and it makes me feel poisoned more than is necessary. Lonely life people have and at the end of their lives, we move unfeeling for one another, can't ever tell what way is level. Much preoccupation in casual communication has to do with healing, affixing, modulating, making foolishly slight adjustments in the farthest sense from old hopeful rings, and bells of brightness, the stratum of the intellect.

I live into the night time and I perceive myself half doing what I would have always done and half in a stale slipping, weak and tenuous. These things come to bother us for a life time. A disappointing reality is one where I want things to stay the same and to be as they are, but dramatic circumstances hooked into my journey dating years prior to that very first appearance do not allow for this. Not to mention that, I would never want them to stay the same.

 

I make many efforts to whip the healing balms, stop clenching my teeth, and I still know that I'm being destroyed. Higher octave, transpersonal along the messy globe, With a most romantic effort uhm, when thinking the point of view of others is entirely irrelevant, it becomes hard to feel better. I think - in place of anyone in my life taking a real part in what's going on with me. The deal-breaking attitude that radiates between us, I hope can be forgiven, I'm not having a good time, What you have to say to me does not make a difference, though I wish it did. 

 

It's not just thoughts of "what do I do all this for", but for me the realistic deceptions that we are forced to live in are challenging, and miser. I talk about how we are deceived by our sociality, by our relationships and the things we force people to think about themselves and what is possible for them. It's really hard. Even greater difficulties surround us through inherited expectations, which adhere to the lens by which we regard our own self, and we lead ourselves triumphantly and with confidence to disappointments far and wide. We are the inheritors of circumstances we had nothing to do with, netted carefully across our eyes as though subterfuge were a gift, more than we belong to this time.

I have holes in my view generally, Things I just could not realise even if I devoted my life to trying to get a grip of them, probably, it stands that I have an idealised motivation surrounding what's the best way to spend my time, which seems to me to be such a major question. I have to reconcile that it is both my personal responsibility and the fault of things outside of my control concurrently, that we behave in this way. I gather that for many people we are persisting in lifestyles that we either have not chosen or would not choose. All the things we don't like about our life we did not choose ,and all the things we do like about it we seem to have chosen, isn't that right? Even if that's not an all the time truth, behind closed doors what you lament is something you would change if you could only get it in your mitts. 

 

For time being I'm just obliged to dreaming, a pressurized compulsion that I must confess of, and is something everyone should try once and be rid of promptly. I feel hesitant to divulge information this way, when a little bit of time goes by and a bit of perspective washes its cool waters across the back of my neck, often I find I would have much preferred to think about something less personal. The above information is, summarily, "When I am sad and lost".

 

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