i don't know if it's meds or maturity, but things feel peachy. they're not, by any means. but those moments of utter despair, of sinking, are fewer. good, right...?
aging is only scary to me in that with every passing year, i grow more in debt. other than that, i've been glad for it. who doesn't want to be a less-angry person? reaching goddamn enlightenment. hoorah.
if i were to vanish tomorrow, i don't know that i'd have much regret. ignorance is truly bliss, man. how can i regret shit that i don't know is out there. or, shit that i've repressed. or forgot entirely. it's not a bad way of living. i've run into classmates that clearly do not understand this and think i am simply sofa king wee todded. they're probably right. but, whatever, you know.
it's all just one big whatever. who knows. no need to worry about it.
the thing, of course, being that i am hugely concerned. afraid. vulnerable. and my mind's been infected, somehow, by the idea that i need someone else in my life. because who i am is not enough? in all likelihood yes.
how do you people fucking do it. open up, let people in, and let them drift out without losing your sanity. it's a fucking nightmare to think about going at this shit alone. not emotionally, just, technically.
i can't. no. it's just not happening.
there's a truth in there, somewhere, that i had a grasp on, once upon a time, in a land far away. as in, it was true for a time and then i "grew up" and "learned" that it was false but actually there was a grain of absolute truth mixed in there somewhere, and i just threw the baby out with the bathwater. that's what it feels like, anyway. and fucking feelings, man. the cherry on this total lack of sundae.
i need a drink.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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