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its two in the morning and i remember the nights when i was 11 and i tried to understand my true nature and became afraid and confused because the more i asked why i felt or thought some thing or way the less i was sure that i had no ulterior motives (this is how i spent my weekends when i was not comparing the local colleges- yes, i was very fun at parties) i hadn't words for it then just frustration and shame but tonight, in the moonlight i found them "the world is a story, and we are all nothing more than untrustworthy narrators," i thought over popcorn and juice but i was so young, too young when i started to ponder what my actions and beliefs could really mean i wouldnt say im smarter now i wouldnt say im more at peace but really, the best thing ive done done for myself is forget how to think
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
if choosing ignorance over anxiety was an art form then i'd have nearly mastered it
its two in the morning and i remember the nights when i was 11 and i tried to understand my true nature and became afraid and confused because the more i asked why i felt or thought some thing or way the less i was sure that i had no ulterior motives (this is how i spent my weekends when i was not comparing the local colleges- yes, i was very fun at parties) i hadn't words for it then just frustration and shame but tonight, in the moonlight i found them "the world is a story, and we are all nothing more than untrustworthy narrators," i thought over popcorn and juice but i was so young, too young when i started to ponder what my actions and beliefs could really mean i wouldnt say im smarter now i wouldnt say im more at peace but really, the best thing ive done done for myself is forget how to think
i am not exaggerating when i talk about not thinking. once i didnt really like a situation i was in so i merely pictured television static and a blank white room and i spent the next twenty minutes not thinking.
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M/Nowhere, USA
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
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