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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I used to be angry, and that I got my words from many different news stations. I seem to be out of anger. I might be in depression, because I can't seem to find joy in anything anymore. Things have just gotten boring. The world still seems like a dark and dismal place, but I used to find at least 1 thing that brought me joy. Things keep happenning out of control. I cannot control this world that I live in. I've tried. I just notice and point out negative things, failures, misuses, and corrections. I always wonder "Why am I here" and "What is my purpose in life". I never get a straight answer when asking those questions. It seems that I just don't care about things anymore. I don't know whay I do things. I just do them. It seems to happen automaticlly without my knowing. I just don't know what is right anymore. I don't know what is correct. "The line between good and evil is blurred." Probably some quote I heard or read somewhere. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. This life is very confusing. Every person is different. Everyone seems to be alone. Some people have to be told what to do and do what is said with no questions. One of my problems is that I question everything. "One who tries to know everything is doomed to live in sorrow."-quote by Done. So many questions, so little time and mental capacity to hold it. I live in the world in my head more then the physical world. But I rarely have dreams. I find that strange. My mind is full of catacombs filled with everything I've seen, heard, smelled, touched, thought,and questioned. That is alot of things. I'm starting to think that it might be too much to handle. But, I can't just forget everything and become a physical shell of a human left to rot in the essence of time. But, if I don't forget, then I might lose my mind and be sent to an asylem for the insane. I dislike things in people. But I dislike myself in some things also. I don't seem to have any willpower to do something about it. The human mind is a twisting catacomb that should not be explored. I don't like to think solely because I have to go into the twisting and turning catacombs of my mind. Since I don't think often, I find it hard to find myself when I search inside my own mind. It is a never-ending abstract object that cannot be found, touched, and sometimes even used. I don't think about what I type before I type it, I just type it. I don't mind sharing my inner thoughts, because I don't think about what I type or the consequences of what I say. But, since you have a free will, you don't have to read what I say if you don't want to. I don't force people to read what I say.
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