HyprLynx

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are.

I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.

Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

I am a person who continually destroys the possibilities of a future because of the numbers of alternative viewpoints I can focus on the present.

I don’t want to care. If I care about things, it’ll just be worse, it’ll just be another thing to worry about. It’s less painful if I don’t care.

Shame is a soul eating emotion.

I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is…unapologetically who they are.

I’m sad; not the kind of sad that fades away next week or next month. The kind of sad that shows up one day ten years ago out of the blue and seems to stick with you. The kind you cannot seem to shake. The kind that no one ever talks about.

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.