If the devil exists, he's not buying souls. At least not mine. I'm super eager to sell, but I guess I'm just asking for too much. I'd love to know where the idea that you could sell your soul came from, anyway. Maybe it comes from "The Devil and Tom Walker."
As per usual, my view of the world has once again shifted. It is currently my opinion that nothing unusual ever happens. There is no para to our normal or super to our natural. The closest thing to miracles that we have are coincidences.
I've probably said the same exact things somewhere else in this journal. If I took the time to look, I could probably even predict where I'm going to go from here.
My family is coming up next week to put my TV and some other stuff in storage. I'm planning to tell them about everything at that time. It's my hope that I'll be able to convince myself that their opinions don't really matter to me, so I don't go into any sort of hysterics when they express their disappointment.
Also, as soon as school lets out, I'm going to China for two weeks or so. That's kind of a big deal, and I'm surprised I haven't told anyone.
I think that I lose respect for people as soon I get the impression they care about me. I also try to affirm self-worth by trying to earn the love of people who don't really think too much of me at all. It's a ridiculous approach to life.
The truth is that I don't think there's a single person alive who knows what the perfect gift for my birthday would be.
As per usual, my view of the world has once again shifted. It is currently my opinion that nothing unusual ever happens. There is no para to our normal or super to our natural. The closest thing to miracles that we have are coincidences.
I've probably said the same exact things somewhere else in this journal. If I took the time to look, I could probably even predict where I'm going to go from here.
My family is coming up next week to put my TV and some other stuff in storage. I'm planning to tell them about everything at that time. It's my hope that I'll be able to convince myself that their opinions don't really matter to me, so I don't go into any sort of hysterics when they express their disappointment.
Also, as soon as school lets out, I'm going to China for two weeks or so. That's kind of a big deal, and I'm surprised I haven't told anyone.
I think that I lose respect for people as soon I get the impression they care about me. I also try to affirm self-worth by trying to earn the love of people who don't really think too much of me at all. It's a ridiculous approach to life.
The truth is that I don't think there's a single person alive who knows what the perfect gift for my birthday would be.
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I just tried to kill a spider with a jar of decoupage, but only succeeded in maiming it. The remaining half jumped off and gimped away before I could put it out of its misery. It's kind of disheartening knowing that somewhere behind my desk there is half a spider that wants me dead. I hope they can't feel pain.
I would give you the perfect way to explain everything to your family for your birthday.
A machine that you feed babies and it doles out money and unspeakable Lovecraftian doomsday devices and gives a mutated super form of syphillus to your enemies.
It's the perfect gift for the man that has everything.
The gift that keeps on giving.