“Excuse me while I express absolute disgust at your actions and throw low insults in your direction, but don’t be mad or anything! I didn’t mean it in the end!”
Again… Why did I come back? And this shit always fucking happens after my nights are going so well. I won’t be mad on my poor little blog anymore. I’m going to sleep it off.
The act of sex itself isn’t as abhorrent as I would’ve imagined it to be, however that residual religious guilt was still able to rear its head in the aftermath. I’d work on it, but considering how the possibility of this ever happening again is so low… It is quite useless of an exercise.
I still taste you with every forced swallow I make.
It’s a little weird, but I suppose I don’t mind too much.
Not even in Sydney for two hours and already I’m back into bad habits.
Why did I ever return? Things were finally going well.
“but life is .. fragmented fluctuations of good and evil, happy and sad..
a rollercoaster.
and yes, this is what makes individual things more beautiful.
if they lasted forever we would care not for them…
perhaps, anyway.
but the point is.
keep relaxing.”
I am so unbelievably at peace it is honestly, utter insanity. I’ve blown my own mind at this point. I hope I’m not intruding too much on my friends’ kindness.
I’ll be “home” again tomorrow.
letswasheachotherwithtearsofjoy replied to your post: Is suicide, at the end of the day, an act of…
Absolute liberation. Perhaps it’s the easier path to it though. I like to think that one day society will be organised such that there is as much freedom in life as in death. Besides which, what’s freedom if you don’t get to enjoy it anyway? YOLOLOL
Of course! How could I forget the liberating aspect of it? Thankyou. And, one can only hope society will become something of the sort. I doubt it though… The higher-ups would never allow such freedom. It’s nice to dream.
standing6four asked: Airport security is usually the biggest hassle - get there early. I typically check a bag with the airline and take a small backpack on the plane with me. I bring some snacks and something to entertain myself - book, magazine, or download a movie from iTunes to my laptop and watch it on the plane. Airlines are pretty much no frills these days. They may give you some soda or water but no food. If you want alcohol, you have to pay for it. Have fun! Safe travels.
Just gotta reread this until I have to go. In twelve hours I shall be on a plane………… And, thankyou again for the tips.
Is suicide, at the end of the day, an act of cowardice? Desperation? Courage? Strength?
I’m just tired. That’s all.
caught in suspended animation and still progressing and growing at the same time.
regressionprogressionregressionprogression.
It all just washes in and over me.
Somewhere deep inside there is still a spirit with an almost debilitating wanderlust.
somewhere deep inside, I’m alive.
EDIT: We’ll just call that a quote.
