He really lost it today. He was shouting. He's so impulsive for a deep thinker it's embarrassing.
The top front of my mouth feels burned. Suits my mood. And it all started out so well.
Sometimes it's an irritation that animals have no concept of clothing. At others it's a lifesaver.
Every twist of muscles was agony. For me at least. Even if I couldn't see right through you it would still show in your face. You know you can't hide anything from me.
You're the only one who knows how I see weapons. Every couple of weeks I still find myself miming a stabbing motion over my heart. Somehow I know exactly what it feels like. Agony.
Why must everything collapse around me the instant I achieve stability? Why does my own life conspire against me? Am I not allowed to simply be happy?
Science progresses, people regress, babies die, the empath screams, time paints a thin whitewash over everything that people tell themselves they can't see through, the world keeps spinning. Where are we going? How far will we go? Why are the oversensitive ones the only ones who sense at all? Why do people put so much faith into Darkness but none into the Light? Why haven't we destroyed ourselves already? Everyone expects the world to be handed to them on a silver platter and then get angry when everyone expects the same of them. We know what we're doing is wrong, but people have so many wrong ideas about how to change it that nothing ever happens. The truth is people don't want anything to change. They're "happy" and nothing can get in the way of that. Can't you see no one is happy anymore? They fill the air with chemicals and wonder why people get cancer. Who's to say happiness isn't the same? But when everything is a metaphor for everything else all meaning is lost and all forms of communication collapse. People can't communicate anymore and we're unable to express why. Maybe the knife was the best option. But then people wouldn't understand. I'll know tomorrow.
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That is the thing with the concept of weapons. You always know what it will feel like before anything touches you. Even if you can't express it. Real or real in another way. It's there. That feeling.
I don't know what to say. The look on your face afterwards hurt so much.
I'm starting to think that stability is a made up concept. A false hope. It's not stability if it keeps on collapsing on you.
Good for people to know.
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