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| Published: 2025-04-17 [Thu] 14:27, by |
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Where am I? I lost my place again Even with my friends And I can't see why Where am I? There's no proper way to come out and say I can't tell the ground from the sky Where am I? I can remember a time when I could see Where I fit in But today can't even stay with the circle of friends I've been in Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Can't find my way back And I've lost track The way that I can try Where am I? Don't have the eyes to see Which is really mean So I can't see the lie Where am I? Who can remember a time when I could see Where I fit in But today can't even stay with the circle of friends I've been in Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? |
| #1. Melancholy Paradox |
| Published: 2024-05-13 [Mon] 11:15, by |
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Recently I have been craving solitude. It's strange since so much of my life has been driven by companionship and socialisation. I sort of have everything I've ever wanted, a dream job, a life long companion, financial security and future growth prospects. Yet. I feel the intrusive urge to throw it away. It's as if I WANT to become a hikki. Im well aware how privilidged I am to contemplate this, it disgusts me in a way. So is this just a manifestation of selfdestructive tendencies? Or am i trying to fly to close to the NEET sun? Was Diogenes wise to become a hobo-maxing NEETma grindset enthusiast? Niavely romanticising a dilapidated empty flat with nothing but the echoing keys of a dumpster laptop and stolen WIFI. In more important and relevant matters: How often do you wash your sheets? I want to wash them weekly, but have failed this routinne so far. Till we meet again - blogfagchan |