I can fool the world. Watch me.
My life is amazing. I have amazing friends and my family couldn’t be better. But when life gets tough for me, when my emotions fall, who can i tell? I have nothing to complain about…
I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?Man delights not me.
He is emotionally cut off. He saw through the bullshit that his life turned into and what the people around him tried to pass it off as. He is free of that which ties him to this life. He chose not to believe the fallacy. Do i believe the fallacy? is there one to begin with? All i know is i can’t help but feel like shit and i can’t tell a goddamn person… so here i read. Hamlet tell me truly,” Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortuneOr to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them?….(i’ll add) what do we gain? Absolutely nothing. just more pain, more unanswered questions and new tears shed.
What fresh hell is this…