February 1, 2009 at 1:31 am (Paranoia)


I believe that, in great spite of my insurmountable skepticism, there may be some good people out there.

But I also believe that I don’t really know that many, nor do I care for the majority.

I know beyond any shadow of doubt that I’m not one of them, nor do I aspire to be one.

But in the same light, I wish them no ills or harms.

I just think that it would be in both our interests if they steered clear of me and I did the same. Ultimately pointless purpose interaction is seldom worth the stress it inevitably bears.

Besides, I’ve got shit to do.


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Damocles’ Sword

January 18, 2009 at 1:56 pm (Insomnia, Paranoia)



“At the top will be the same place you hang from.”-Nasir Jones

I was quite a few months shy of 17 when I permanently moved out of my mother’s house. For the outsiders looking in, they thought it was a perfect scenario and that I was the luckiest person in the world.  It’s funny how the glaring truth always gets refracted by human perception. Read the rest of this entry »

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