Need Tips for Hacking Reality

It’s so bad: the restlessness, the dissatisfaction, this stupid fucking consciousness, all the same. It trickles down from the highest line of thought and WRECKS EVERYTHING. Sometimes now, all my resources go to damage control, and I just… don’t work. I get strange urges, like wanting to throw myself into a wall, like I can jar myself out of it.

I thought enough to understand it, and I think that the root of the problem is clearly existence.

I cannot exist without being bothered by existence existing. A lot of thought went into this, and it’s the best nutshell summary I have for recording.

I long for nonexistence, which is not necessarily a solution, but it does remove the problem (it removes all problems obviously), but there’s no guarantee for achieving nonexistence.

Treating the symptoms becomes harder with every swell, but I don’t worry. It won’t destroy me, it can’t. Not physically possible.

I long for escape, and I long for peace, and I know throwing myself into walls won’t help, but I also know that knowing throwing myself into walls won’t help IS the problem. But I don’t long for ignorance, because that’s impossible.

Everything is pointless, and I fucking resent it.

But maybe tomorrow…

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March 9, 2008

Come on, you could have returned with a more cheerful entry.

March 11, 2008

i was wondering where you’d been.

March 11, 2008

Dude. My digits. You have them. Use them.

March 12, 2008

heh, yeah. My favorite lines i have ever written, only because they were the most honest I want to be disconnected from everything and anything i know, only then will i be at peace

April 1, 2008

some people are meant to be alone. We are most confortable that way. Sometimes we realize we are fooling ourselves. A little thick blanket to feel warm. But in the end we realize its just a blanket…we are not the ones withstanding it on our own. My name is jess. if you ever need to talk let me know. my aim is on my page. or yahoo. angl_writer513

August 21, 2008

I should have called you, I’m sorry I didn’t. The lead of our show got altitude sickness – or at least that’s what she called it – and I had to go on for the next couple of days. So I didn’t even see Vegas, really. Only on the drive in. I had to be put into rehearsals. It was a stressful few days and I wish it had panned out better.

November 9, 2008

Where ARE you?