It is awful to *know*. I think it is the beginning to all problems. To know one thing, but not everything, so that it is all barely reachable. An mathematic enigma, burns you out. Or to know what is not, but not know what is. (What would fill the hole?)
Wanting is self-awareness' demon assistant. "I want this, I want this". The riddle begins. But it is worse, and worrying to want not. The numb.
To want. But to not fuss over what one cannot get. But is there anything we can get as an adult without strife? Numb or frustrated.
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RandomI write in here when I feel insane. Read this if you want an uncomfortable trip down the crappy slumbering parts of the human neuronal slush. An ode self-hatred.
