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NYX_13
Age: 18
Location: Over the ghetto and through the woods
Joined On: Feb 25, 2007
Someone's boring me. I think it's me. -Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953), in Rayner Heppenstall, Four Absentees (1960)
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Punishment by paranoia of the paranormal
Injustice due to ignorance of information
Is it easier to smother in love than suffocate from lack?
When you're sad (A bit preachy I know, deal with it. I have).
When you're sad you have a choice to laugh
When you're happy you have a choice to cry
But when it's all over don't choose to forget
Remember
It's okay to be sad. There is no happiness without sadness
But there is darkness without light
It is indifferentess and nothingness
Find a balance
Know who you are
How you arrived here.
Self-Loathing in Suburbia
As another
Dark day dawns
I try to sponge away my sadness. Sighing as it is
My wishes that are washed away
I enter empty, always expectant for disappointment
I mourn milestones and remind myself
We're all alike anyway.
Instead of inching inbetween incidents
To break a barrier everyday.
Don't get strangled by subtleties.
Happiness will hit you, just don't inhibit it.
I wonder whether I should wait,
And the thought causes the cancer of normalcy
To once again encroach what defines me.
You don't have to bother reading this, I know I wouldn't
Basically my life is too normal, deal with it. I know I'm trying and failing to.
So I think the universe should center around my problems and teenage angst.
School sucks, yeah we know, life has lost the bright coloring of childhood, and people need to find more and more extreme ways to individualize, give their lives meaning, and find any excitement at all.
I'd prefer not to end up as some content middle-aged woman who grew up in the suburbs trying to deny the fact that she is well-off, and ignored as a middle child. And then went to college, did okay, got a job that forces to lead a mostly sedentary style of life. Is married but doesn't know why, ect.
I have a theory that our happiness is measured and defined by the happiness of our parents, it's been proven that children with divorced parents have higher percentages of divorces themselves, and heck with the rising divorce rate soon it will be hard to find anyone who's not divorced and trying to find a fleeting moment of happiness in a depressing life where nothing is good enough for them.
So happiness stinks, and I sound like some depressed idiot, but I don't really care, so hope you have a nice life, and happiness is fleeting
