the sweet lingering smell of cinnamon
the dimly lit lantern lights
the soft beat of broken social scene
close my eyes
bitter taste of wine
for a minute I am calm
for a minute I am me

Why does writing actually help me feel better?
I hate to share things about myself in my personal life.
I have such a hard time with communication,
but this helps me feel ok...
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I feel a little better now. Writing for no one is kind of like a really great release. Sure I'm fine if you read this, but it's great because you don't know anything about me. The informality and lack of rules feels exhilarating like the fresh air that hits your face driving around the empty, early, morning suburban streets.

Why are we all sad?
I don't really have a goal with this, I just really want to know.
Art is a really great form of expression... so... you know...
This is about as real as it gets via the internet.
I'm your average joe, honestly there's nothing too special to put me in a category.
Maybe I'm just ******* depressed always - well, most of the time - it's physically in my genetics!
Can you outthink your personal DNA???
Dang, it would be really cool if humanity could evolve to the point where we can manipulate and control how we think and operate.
I guess that's what medicine is for then?
Naturally I'm a little insane and I don't respond correctly to certain things or situations.
I'm not sociopathic, I just grew up disconnected from expressing my feelings... I would bottle it up until it would break and EXPLODE.
Yea, some days are better than others, and I usually only hop on here when I'm in the dumps but hey it's just a feeling
gotta
keep
waiting
it
out

I think we're all just sad people wearing happy faces,
sitting and waiting for someone, something to change,
looking for comfort in all the wrong places,
only to find that everything stays the same.

Distractions and abstractions ease a certain pain -
both addicted and afflicted -
occupy thoughts, occupy the brain.

What's the point in finishing anyway?

Hell is in my mind
Please help me - God please help me
I am all alone

Thoughts stain page
in disgusting precision
demonstrating
summed intuition

Day by day
year by year
hour after hour
brought you here

White paper signifies pure
but does it challenge
corrupted minds
seeking balance