WorstFriend thankfully i live in a haven
Random thoughts thread
A haven? Care to elaborate?
WorstFriend new york city
months ago i read a post here that boomed me mentally so i stopped visiting but now i am over it. what's good 
i have no clue where i am. place seems dead
internet is a wasteland
bored out of my fucking mind as a neet. nothing to do, nothing to say. anhedonia and ennui
posting in a dead thread
i haven't left my bed in weeks
working
that sucks
i wish i could say it gets better but we both know that's a lie
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz whenever things begin to get better, i regress back to the starting point. what a shame
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Things can get better! ...or maybe one just gets used to how crappy they are, so they don't feel as bad ^^'7
feel intoxicated. powerless to escape being a hikikomori. thoughts feel like they are smattering psychodrivel
any productive thought i have soon turns to stone. last week, i thought about manipulating my hormonal secretions (in confluence with momentary autogynephilic bursts) to indirectly increase my willpower (a proxy variable). it worked for a week, yet thereafter became useless to me. it's hard to maintain a diet and routine predicated on transforming arousal into productivity.
i wonder how things will be in a month or two
i've come across certain ideas during certain schizoanalytic episodes. i'm not sure if i can really handle the full implications of them, since they are, in large part, far too sophisticated for my own mind to even fully comprehend. i really wish someone would take the reins of my own thoughts. i don't even know where to begin at this point
i wonder if they contain any value at all, even
no energy to do anything whatsoever. pointless really
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malmon I often have this feeling. Especially as of recent, I've been wondering what life would resemble if I were a bit more obedient, a bit more incurious. Felt even the slightest shred of joy in "sticking to the script". Instead, every moment is a desperate bid to make sense of their experience in the world. A wild pendulum between existential sorrow, and meaningful happiness.
I want off Mr. Sartre's wild ride.
A pinch of passive-aggressive vibes, perhaps?
