I just think it’s sad
that I’m being forced to deal with being alone when all these people count on me.
Personalities: here I come ;
Having an imaginary friend is so kiddish.
This is why most adults have started developing a strange habit (and listen to me when I say habit, because I mean it pathologically) of creating immaterial friends. Friends you can listen to, friends you can talk to, friends you cannot see.
Friends who will listen to ya, and give you advices, have fun with you, maybe destroy you.
I kept thinking if these friends were the interiorization of whatever comes from outside and grows intensively and so fast you can’t even recognize a different force within yourself. But then… why do we exteriorize our feelings because of those same friends? And if we inconsciously interiorize and then consciously exteriorize it, why do we fake it so bad that it’s aaaaaaaaaall in our subconscious? What is so shameful about that.
What’s wrong with being wrong?
And the only thing I could come to was.. some of us need that. Some of us NEED that chaos, need that hurtful feeling that will consume your entire body until you do things that you’d never do if you were sane.
Insanity.
Have your life ever lost so much of its meaning that you have nothing to look forward to? And everything people seem to do, it just gets to you, you take it to heart. Oh baby. You feel like you’re going crazy. It starts with that paranoia, then every object gains life, and every living soul loses it’s capacity of surprising you. It’s all premeditated. God, yes, you believe in God. And he’s plotting all this for you. And for the first time in your life - YOU ARE THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE.
Best feeling ever.
So… why be sane?
That’s what Frank says. But what if that’s his way of leading me into a path of pure destruction. Self-destruction. What if it can harm all these beautiful people around me. I do not wish for that.
So…
What is to be done?
Isso é tão @pleasekillmel. HUAHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHUA
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