Why do people keep proving certain things to me? Why do I let them? Ugh.
Fuck that last journal entry.
I'm going to change it, and I'm sure this will evolve into a rant, so I'm warning you now.
Is it me, or is everyone merely concerned with getting laid, and being noticed? Feeding the eternal adoration monster, getting it on with any warm body who will let them, and generally being an insatiable consumer.
Not that I am one to talk at times, but does anyone think about their future? What happens if you live past 22? No one thinks of the ramifications of their actions, or if they do, then they certainly do a good job keeping it to themselves.
Are you so deluded that you surmise that "happiness" is found in acquiring material goods, sex, and attention? It seems that's all most people live for these days, and it makes me feel nauseated.
Or they live to put down their fellow man, not having anything else better to do other than obsess about people and things they know almost nothing about. When was the last time YOU took a good look at yourself in the mirror? Are you afraid, because you might not like what you see? Go ahead, divert attention to anything but yourself. Keep perpetuating the vicious cycle of gossip and malice and whatever else it is that you feed upon.
I used to care about what people thought of me wiith every fiber of my being, so I fed this psudoglamour persona. Why exactly, I couldn't tell you, perhaps due to insecurities, fear of abandonment, and general despair, amongst other things. Whatever, it's absolutely irrelevant at this point, because I found out who my "friends" were once I stepped down from my delusional cloud, and allowed myself to see myself I really was, as I AM.
Truth is generally unpopular, especially if most of one's life has been a lie.
Fuck that last journal entry.
I'm going to change it, and I'm sure this will evolve into a rant, so I'm warning you now.
Is it me, or is everyone merely concerned with getting laid, and being noticed? Feeding the eternal adoration monster, getting it on with any warm body who will let them, and generally being an insatiable consumer.
Not that I am one to talk at times, but does anyone think about their future? What happens if you live past 22? No one thinks of the ramifications of their actions, or if they do, then they certainly do a good job keeping it to themselves.
Are you so deluded that you surmise that "happiness" is found in acquiring material goods, sex, and attention? It seems that's all most people live for these days, and it makes me feel nauseated.
Or they live to put down their fellow man, not having anything else better to do other than obsess about people and things they know almost nothing about. When was the last time YOU took a good look at yourself in the mirror? Are you afraid, because you might not like what you see? Go ahead, divert attention to anything but yourself. Keep perpetuating the vicious cycle of gossip and malice and whatever else it is that you feed upon.
I used to care about what people thought of me wiith every fiber of my being, so I fed this psudoglamour persona. Why exactly, I couldn't tell you, perhaps due to insecurities, fear of abandonment, and general despair, amongst other things. Whatever, it's absolutely irrelevant at this point, because I found out who my "friends" were once I stepped down from my delusional cloud, and allowed myself to see myself I really was, as I AM.
Truth is generally unpopular, especially if most of one's life has been a lie.
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darkjuan:
I like your new profile pic btw
midnite_agent:
I never comment, on peeps journals, but after reading this one, I just had to... But I'll keep it simple, in that I'll just say, I hear you, I feel what you feel. Thats it, stay strong.... 