neptunian

I feel like an individual when I'm buying something.

Everything that I earn is in vain. Just a temporary fix to keep me satisfied.

Capitalism just seems like a big drug; the happiness pill. If you take the drug it will keep you sane. Then you go back to it.

You have a craving. You buy this. You buy that. In the end you have all these things.

So you sell them. You have more money now. So you start buying again.

Then comes the withdrawals. First it starts when you don't have the money to buy the fix. You want this and that. So you take out a loan to get what you need.

Now you have this and that. Bliss.

Keep spending. Keep living with your illness. The infection only spreads until apathy corrodes the brain.

We are all dealing with an addiction that is invisible and often times unconcious. Our daily lives are ruled by a fiasco that involves dreaming in dollar signs. We steadily create a miserable life. Then when everything crumbles around us; we ask "why".

Why? To feed off of your needy desperation.