I just don’t know what to do. There’s no way to fix this. But until I do, I’m going to keep feeling like this.
I really look forward to the day when i can be happy. Like, completely happy. No tinge of pain on the side or regrets or anything. And to be honest, i dont see that happening very soon.
Yipee. Another full day of fucked up emotions and self loathing.
that not all television is mindless garbage
not all books are fine literature
not all video games are about murder and violence
and that things are often much more than they first appear to be
that art is powerful
and that it comes in many different forms
and from the most unexpected places
but that no one, no one, has the right to decide what is art and what isn’t.