EDIT: Nah, GTO is straight up pervy. GTFO GTO, got better things to do with time than more manga shenanigans. But if that's what you're into, hey. Blarg.
I can't believe it hurts to be different. You'd think that you'd grow past it, be less of a bitch about it. But that's the price for standing firm isn't it. People tend to not like you. "Man loves the darkness." Yeah, just slide back into the moral morass of maybe tomorrow I'll be better. Took the gays out of the closet and put the conservatives in lol. I have this problem, is it dichotomy? A split, a divide of sorts, between my previous life and the one I'm trying to build. They're not compatible, though I might try. I want to still have my gaming and my hobbies, but I have issues with restraint and grounding, BEING in my real self and life. Money don't come from trees.
Am I downing them to make myself better? Am I supposed to accept all sinners into my life? Am I supposed to reject them? Be responsible, be virtuous. Justice, Fortitude, Prudence, Temperance. We're all on these roads through the valley of darkness. Do what you can with what light you have. See the (godplaced) beauty in every crook and crevice, every nook and cranny, every ounce of every soul.
You do the right thing when noone else will when no else looks to build the virtue of your soul. If you do the wrong thing, you build the wrong character. It really comes back to the two wolves, which one will you feed? Feed the bad wolf enough times and it may overcome you.
But I've been doing better. Business be boomin babyy. Kinda. Wanna make a bunch of t-shirts, they'll be kinda stupid and then you can buy them hahahaha. Ciao for now!
You can escape destiny, but you can't escape yourself.
How would I explain this book to my mother? Or some other person who wants me to just get to the fucking point?
I'm not sleeping, I'm practicing being dead. In fact, I've gotten quite good at it. I really hope to be a professional dead person.
Near-life experience.
I am enough
I will be better
I am enough
Today is a good day.
What can I do today?
What do I want?
I am all that I can be
But I can be more
Dead words from a dead man. He died, twenty years ago, when he picked a wife and a life. No more choices, no more chances. The climax passed and all that's left to play out is the aftermath. You cut all the other branches off the tree, now there's only one left, and it's gotten very brittle.