HELLO!
cy cy mym mym mmmm microwave
Im here at school. I dont write that often .. here, at least . i am always writing, at least trying to.. nothing of value, nothing ever of value. Currently, why am i writing, and why-so here?
Our teacher for the second hour is not going to come, i believe, up to wednesday .. i dont remember.
I dont remember ......
But yeah, at least today is certified.
I dont really care about making this outer-legible anymore. WHy care about anything? I certainly dont.
...
Well, thats a lie, but also not: does it matter what yo ucare about when its meaningless? when it goes nowhere? an aimlessly wandering caring-of???
In the long run.... i should've . it should've been me.
I like life. I like playing games, and seeing their stories develop, and i have to know every room, every character, every stroke of the brush, every dialogue, every detail. Because the more you know of something, the more of its soul that meets yours .. i have always thought of that. Which, is why i hate losing things. Of course, this is in part because i have been forced to lose them so much, and it has shaped my worldview - i wonder, would i be so attached, had i never felt the coldness of loss? Could you value anything if it has never been taken from you? From friends to drawings to my own self - everything is gone, and easily it could be gone again. What person would i have been? WHat person has been taken away? OF course: we will never know.
Everything i write, and everything i draw, and everything i think, is a fragment of my soul : you cannot know your whole soul letting it all be inside strangling you... and of course you want to look at your soul, and know.. because maybe in the moment you dont know what it means.. or maybe you want to know how far youve come...! and then they rip apart a thing, and then they delete another wrongly, and then they take away even the way you breathe, when youre alone, because youre never alone, right? and you never deserve to be at ease. of course, yo udont deserve to be at ease .. but just because its the way it must be doesnt mean im happ y .. i know it must be like this . But i hate it. i hate it so much.
Yes. youre too enthralled in your selfish thoughts .. all looping back to yourself .. help others. Its really funny how much you repeat. help others. of course: the self is an obstacle: of course: obstacles must be removed: you will be helped, when the obstacle is gone . you will be helped when im gone.. but youre not talking about that, and oyu dont know the Answer i am privy to..
being so aware of the answer of course......... of course......
i like life.
I like to pull the thread and see the world spilling from within.
I try not to think about how it can be taken away.
i like living ..
i like good food. i like my friends. honestly, i like any food. honestly, i like any people.
i like good games. good shows. i like good books, i love good stories. of course. i l ike any story.
i like life, a lot, so much
but the Answer is very clear, and i have known this for so long - it is second nature, inexorable from my self. I really do not want to listen. I reall y dont want to. I like life, and there is still a lot of it for me to gawk at. But i have no choice - it is waht i must do. I keep trying to delay but i MUSt do it. I have no choice, because it is whats right
its funny right? how it never goes away?
cy cy mym mym mmmm microwave
Im here at school. I dont write that often .. here, at least . i am always writing, at least trying to.. nothing of value, nothing ever of value. Currently, why am i writing, and why-so here?
Our teacher for the second hour is not going to come, i believe, up to wednesday .. i dont remember.
I dont remember ......
But yeah, at least today is certified.
I dont really care about making this outer-legible anymore. WHy care about anything? I certainly dont.
...
Well, thats a lie, but also not: does it matter what yo ucare about when its meaningless? when it goes nowhere? an aimlessly wandering caring-of???
In the long run.... i should've . it should've been me.
I like life. I like playing games, and seeing their stories develop, and i have to know every room, every character, every stroke of the brush, every dialogue, every detail. Because the more you know of something, the more of its soul that meets yours .. i have always thought of that. Which, is why i hate losing things. Of course, this is in part because i have been forced to lose them so much, and it has shaped my worldview - i wonder, would i be so attached, had i never felt the coldness of loss? Could you value anything if it has never been taken from you? From friends to drawings to my own self - everything is gone, and easily it could be gone again. What person would i have been? WHat person has been taken away? OF course: we will never know.
Everything i write, and everything i draw, and everything i think, is a fragment of my soul : you cannot know your whole soul letting it all be inside strangling you... and of course you want to look at your soul, and know.. because maybe in the moment you dont know what it means.. or maybe you want to know how far youve come...! and then they rip apart a thing, and then they delete another wrongly, and then they take away even the way you breathe, when youre alone, because youre never alone, right? and you never deserve to be at ease. of course, yo udont deserve to be at ease .. but just because its the way it must be doesnt mean im happ y .. i know it must be like this . But i hate it. i hate it so much.
Yes. youre too enthralled in your selfish thoughts .. all looping back to yourself .. help others. Its really funny how much you repeat. help others. of course: the self is an obstacle: of course: obstacles must be removed: you will be helped, when the obstacle is gone . you will be helped when im gone.. but youre not talking about that, and oyu dont know the Answer i am privy to..
being so aware of the answer of course......... of course......
i like life.
I like to pull the thread and see the world spilling from within.
I try not to think about how it can be taken away.
i like living ..
i like good food. i like my friends. honestly, i like any food. honestly, i like any people.
i like good games. good shows. i like good books, i love good stories. of course. i l ike any story.
i like life, a lot, so much
but the Answer is very clear, and i have known this for so long - it is second nature, inexorable from my self. I really do not want to listen. I reall y dont want to. I like life, and there is still a lot of it for me to gawk at. But i have no choice - it is waht i must do. I keep trying to delay but i MUSt do it. I have no choice, because it is whats right
its funny right? how it never goes away?
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