Things...are such a jumble mess...that I can't sort it all out in my mind...or on paper.
Not bad.
Not horrible.
Not the end of the world.
Just a confusing mess.
Somethings are quite clearly so idiotic that I can't bring myself to worry or feel insecure jealousy over.
This time, last year, I was busy digging myself a grave with depression, stupidity and well meaning intentions...
Silly waste of time.
Silly waste of effort.
I just can't bring myself to care.
About that at least.
What is the point of worry, when it concerns broken and flawed humans screwing up all they care to?
It is sort of amazing how destructive free will...and people's inability to cope with the 'need' to choose.
"Lived to death."?
A stock phrase purchased in the realm of stupidity.
Try learning for other people's mistakes before self-destruction becomes your best friend.
It's what I did and I am just smug enough to chuckle sadly while watching things and people burn down around me.
It's one of those sad, empty and distant chuckles...but a chuckle all the same....so fully of irony and being sardonic.
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