Again it comes to this place.
I find myself unraveling in my shroud of doubt.
Will I always be in perpetual unhappiness?
Will I never relieve myself of my constant gloomy days?
I don't know. I always don't know.
I don't like this. Sometimes, I wish I was just dumb as fuck.
Let me feel the bliss of oblivion, of ignorance and stupidity.
I want to be blind.
What it would be like to pathologically only see the world with rose colored glasses.
I want to believe every lie, without a wink of a doubt.
I don't want to seek what is true, or real.
Take away my sentient and cognitive nature.
I care too much
I think too much
I worry too much
What rubbish.
What waste.
Why do I still care so much???
What does it mean that all evil spread from Pandoras box but for hope?
Hope exists, does it not?
