Faster Rick! FASTER!
Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley but every time he says never it gets faster
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Bloody knuckles
Okay so, I woke up this morning feeling pretty normal. Then slowly everything started to piss me off. I couldn’t walk straight and it was clear I was off balance. I keep bumping into things and hurting myself in the process.
For example, trying to move quickly but instead are met with an endless stream of accidents, such as bumping into things and breaking them, tripping over people, you know, the dumb shit. So this was an example of how my day sort of went after I woke up. That was around 8:30 am.
It’s now 1:01 and I’ve managed to knock over crystals from my altar, spill salt water, knock over a bunch of Mary Jane that I JUST bought, and sit here and make a blog just so I can rant about how shitty my Christmas Eve was turning out.
I literally punched my wall and split my knuckles before I started typing this. It was over the most insignificant things. I guess I was what people would call now; triggered.
Dude, fuck today. I hope everyone else is having a better day than I am.
It is never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sunday-muse)
Am I alone?
I know what it’s like to have friends or I’d like to think I do. I have so many people come and go, it’s a little hard to be able to tell who really cares about me or not. With the understanding that of course, not everyone is my friend, so it leaves me to wonder; Am I really alone?
Everyone suffers in silence about things that they don’t want people to know. I know because I am consistently battling with my own secrets that people wouldn’t understand… Am I wrong? Could I be suffering alone? Is this all really in my head?
I know only what I am capable of understanding, but there are things that I don’t understand. Things such as the idea of God, or the idea of any religion, or why certain people are selected to make something great out of their lives while everyone else struggles with making sure they have enough food for their families.
I’ll never understand love and why so many people treat it lightly. I’ll never understand why death is so scary, or why people think it’s appropriate to hurt others.
Or maybe I’m willfully ignorant and the answers may really be right before my eyes and I am too blind to see.
How could that be if I were created with a brain? I was meant to cognitively think logically and assess situations, while in the meantime, finding the feasible action based off of the information provided.
I’m losing track of what I was saying….
Am I a human living spiritual existence? Or am I a spirit living a human existence?
Excuse me, I’m very high. I wanted to keep it real, though.
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