when i chose to stay
the line was blurred
and when i began to decay
and my words were slurred
dumped into the grave
“better off dead”
you can alter your actions to not properly portray your thoughts, but you cant fake your thoughts. you can act as close to your thoughts as possible, but you cant guarantee the perspective of the person interpreting your actions will align with your thoughts.
how are you expected to be happy with the “average” when you know that the “extreme” exists?
alternatively, im scared of the “extreme” because of how bad the “average” hurts
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i feel like a dostoevsky protagonist - pathetic, lonely, disgustingly self-aware, and making an existential crisis out of every interaction.












