inertia

that refuses to speak.

You see, we all self pity whether we admit or not. We're all sinners.

Disproportionate anger is the root to much of suffering

I've been on both sides of the spectrum, so here's my interpretation. You over-explain yourself, not because you struggle with dialectics being at war with your authentic identity although that could be an oscillating point, not because your desire is to be seen (understood), not because you spent your childhood getting misunderstood followed by silent treatment, not because you have an image to maintain. You yell out of your lungs because you'd die to be witnessed, even with the blood on your hands. Hey, you cannot undo your childhood, you cannot undo what somebody else did. And everything we do, ends up in consumption. -- it ends in a plate. Ends in a drink. -- If you know what I mean? I got that bit from somewhere; And i think people misunderstand you for lying, it is certainly tempting to assume, when you say you don't mind it. After being in a certain position for years, where you'd rather not be, you get used to misinterpretion. You don't mind it, no, not that. But what eats at you, is the ignorance. To give up is to take your life. I understand. But you don't necessarily have to yell anymore. You are caged by your self perception, let go. Breathe. If you crave something, a pair of eyes will suffice, it lies in the eyes of love.

Poor Franz Kafka.

I could easily apply the author's note as the reductionist ordeal of the entirety of the masters' programme. But it's the beginning of mass execution of the idea. I've learned that the great deal is not to provide the idea but to disassemble the truths into several manuscripts, until it becomes a discourse of the infinity of the lengths knowledge can provide. That's the life writers lead

bold, bold words. And completely scientifically wrong. Psychopathy is the lack of remorse and empathy. Absence of emotion, I will not say is the best path to deal with situations logically, because the mixture of emotion and logic is the way to execute a life as a human. However, absence of emotions can definitely do a good job at not letting the chemicals get in the way out of self indulgence. Absence of emotion is a sign of emotional numbness. A person who hasn't had emotions would never have to numb herself in order to survive. Alexithymia is not a sign of psychopathy. Headache is not a sign of brain cancer.

I'm tired, Lord

Take this for example. Is scientology pragmatic or does it lead to the lack of sentient. Kind of don't buy it when they sweeten certain consequences and call it a setback. We're often blind to intelligence that is effective with the emotion present. There's no certainty of such a thing as the spirit elevating or enlightening. Merely, there are countless attempts to seek understanding and eventually lead yourself to nowhere, and learning to be comfortable with it. There's no awareness if we cannot accept the uncertainty of consciousness. If you think you're lost, you should look at the person next to you, in front of you or behind you

- journal entry

Disorder the word, comes from a prefix "not," "apart" as we're aware. I have many questions, I'll ask two: is absence the lack of, and if yes, what does that speak of knowledge, essentially? In a society where there's a specific order, is it chosen, inherited or adapted, and are chosen and adapted the same thing?

The devious truth of love is that it's meant to last. Letting go is a dimensional submission. It'd be crude to consider love as a disadvantage. I remember my hands on your head as you asked me to scrunch your scalp with my claws that they asseverate as nails. I found beauty in your masochism. The magisterial truth is that i was the one to pull you apart and join the pieces. How ridiculously we are afraid to not hurt, us, and them. How charming I find that it is you that I get hurt by, when you pulled me in and rested your head on your pillow. It's one thing to let love and another to be it. Submerged in the prediction that it might last. But the prophets are busy perplexed that we beware them. Who gave you the right to assume that you know. I'm talking to myself, i prefer it.

Send me

The fear of being misunderstood, doesn't stop me from being honest. It just stops me often from being anything at all.

4:48 am.