SO it would seem that nothing I say matters, nothing I want matters, and nothing...none of the considerable passion and intelligence and artistry I KNOW I possess...MEANS ANYTHING WHATSOEVER.
I am miserable...I will likely stay miserable...the gods, God, the Devil...whoever...whatever...they do not hear my cries of torment and unfulfillment.
Whatever. I don't know what I was expecting.
Not that any of this matters. Who's reading my words anyway?
I am miserable...I will likely stay miserable...the gods, God, the Devil...whoever...whatever...they do not hear my cries of torment and unfulfillment.
Whatever. I don't know what I was expecting.
Not that any of this matters. Who's reading my words anyway?
churtch:
im reading them......