Stupid shit.
What am I going to do, though? People take me way too seriously, but, somehow, they don't take me seriously enough to just understand what I'm doing. It's like everyone just sees the photos, but they forget what I've been writing for the last seven years, because it's basically been the same constant argument written in different ways. I constantly find myself at a loss for words because I've been repeating myself for the better part of a decade and no one seems to understand anything that I'm saying. That's just on these blogs; on a practical level, going through my stacks and stacks of journals, I've been repeating myself for decades, and...nothing.
I adore the few that take the time to read through my ramblings, but they are few and far between; little glimmers of distant souls around the world. In the practical bigger picture, I don't exist. I'm nobody.
I don't know.
What am I going to do, though? People take me way too seriously, but, somehow, they don't take me seriously enough to just understand what I'm doing. It's like everyone just sees the photos, but they forget what I've been writing for the last seven years, because it's basically been the same constant argument written in different ways. I constantly find myself at a loss for words because I've been repeating myself for the better part of a decade and no one seems to understand anything that I'm saying. That's just on these blogs; on a practical level, going through my stacks and stacks of journals, I've been repeating myself for decades, and...nothing.
That's fucking depressing.
I adore the few that take the time to read through my ramblings, but they are few and far between; little glimmers of distant souls around the world. In the practical bigger picture, I don't exist. I'm nobody.
I don't know.