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Existential Anxiety - Blog Posts
I feel like shit. My minds gone to shit. I’m trying to write what I want to but I can’t process shit. This THING. EXCISTENCE. Is a piece of shit.
Oh, don’t mind me, just practicing my accidental over sharing
So do you ever zone out so hard you question everything but know you need to be paying attention so you’re like “hey bro, now is not the time to be questioning the sanctity of humanity” or like “dude, can we not focus on how we wouldn’t be here if not for some random walking fish?”
I wish I knew something more, felt more.Something I could put my hands on and turn it into celestial sparks. I won't lie, life is not a sane man's business. You can gaze at a lovely meadow and sink into a meditative absurdity. Or you can feel trampled down by the sky above.
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Eight Insight
Something inside my consciousness eats me up. And I'm not even exaggerating. I stare at this sudden invasion of eternal mirk swallowing my bones and shadows. I no longer have words to express the futility of my existence.
Realism was never a part of her world.