I am my own wasted potential
thought of you as everything id had but couldnt keep
We value other peoples lives because we value our own. We see separate projections of self and thus transfix what we see in ourselves in the form of them. We value life because we value our own. Human relationships are the closest clone of a relationship with God and they are therefore what we value most in this life. People with no self worth will find none in others. The ill-compassionate are to be pitied. For they are the most miserable and distraught.
After all this hardship it’s really not fucking paying off.
do you ever itch your eye with your bicep
the sponge that is my mind is crusting up with age and an excess of wasted exposure and I want to do less with my life as each day passes and I am not myself anymore and yet I am which is why I am depressed
it seems as though my mind doesn’t explore the deep magical crevices it used to anymore. I am maliciously depressed because of this soley
money, the envy of others, family and a self-illusioned relationship with God
ive been distracted all day every day this summer which has been good, i didnt even have time for my thoughts to get me depressed again
but no matter how tired i was at night, the insomnia would hit and leave me alone with my thoughts and ruin everything all over again