Category existence and all that
Everything can be broken down into soul-sucking routines if you’re pessimistic enough.
Physical is the same as mental pain – it’s all in your head.
It’s an abstract type of feeling. It’s a conflicting state of mind. I want to stay in my shell, but the advisers on the internet tell me otherwise. They tell me that I should be more open. They tell me that success comes to those who grab it by the neck.
You like underdog stories, because you insert yourself into them. You like hearing about guys “pulling themselves up from their bootstraps,” because you want to be like them. You weren’t born into money. You weren’t famous from birth. You’re just a regular guy. But you still dream.
It’s like a low-budget slapstick comedy movie. I’m in my room. A close-up on my face. I wake up, eyes wide. My eyes are drawn down, towards my legs. A rustle, and the bedsheets over my face. My face is contorted. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out except a slight “tsss.” The morning is […]
Not completely, anyways. I’m fine with the happy stuff. I’m fine with gore. I’m fine with crime. Death, poverty, starvation – whatever. They’re foreign to me. They’re just statistics and concepts – nothing that a sheltered, middle-class teenager would be affected by. I’m just a well-adjusted member of society – don’t mind me!