I feel stupid-like all of my ideas are of little value. I think endlessly and see all these connections. They are so obvious, so easy, so blatant. But honestly, people just think I am crazy. What is the point. Why fucking bother. I am left sad as I see the potentials in the patterns-they predict solutions to real problems. They could help people. But nobody thinks they are of value. I wish I had a way to dissolve into nothing and care for people from afar.
Today seems to be a crap emo day. Idea fail. Emo Fail.
I feel you, Orobas.
It's a terrible irony. Like Cassandra, right? Endowed with the gift of prophecy, but cursed in that no one will ever believe her predictions.
I feel like a new job. So do 38% of the population according to the newspaper article I read this morning, which is a bit annoying.
Freude, schöner Götterfunken Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Soooo disgusted with myself. I can see this unhealthy relationship pattern cropping up (YET AGAIN) and it sort of makes me sick and I do not know how to stop it without simply cutting myself off, which I do not want to do...
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.