I am a compulsive loser. My inherent aptitude leads to nowhere but this insipid shithole wherein anything resembling happiness was mostly eradicated before my discovery, which, I daresay, is a little too deplorable on my part, considering how this labyrinth became the only place I was welcomed in for the most of my life.
And I hate it. I always will.
That was mostly an overstatement, yes. I can ridicule my situation well enough to the point that I sway the notions of what I have relating to whoever I think I really am. However, I don't confidently admit that I do have notions of anything related to who I am anymore. Doing so would make you all conclude that I'm more inhuman than an actual Nazi.
And I mean that figuratively. I always do.
This post was rather shorter than what I had in mind last night (thinking endlessly shuts my senses out, inevitably leading to a six-and-a-half hour's worth of sleep) but I'll conclude it here anyway. I still need to sever ideas for the next post.
So... I guess I'm off to dinner now.
And I hate it. I always will.
That was mostly an overstatement, yes. I can ridicule my situation well enough to the point that I sway the notions of what I have relating to whoever I think I really am. However, I don't confidently admit that I do have notions of anything related to who I am anymore. Doing so would make you all conclude that I'm more inhuman than an actual Nazi.
And I mean that figuratively. I always do.
This post was rather shorter than what I had in mind last night (thinking endlessly shuts my senses out, inevitably leading to a six-and-a-half hour's worth of sleep) but I'll conclude it here anyway. I still need to sever ideas for the next post.
So... I guess I'm off to dinner now.
