Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Chocogoth

I am Jack's Disillusioned Sadness. I am one of the Depressed Kids.

Even if I do get what I think I want it won't satisfy me for long. I'll either be without what I want or not satisfied by it for my entire life. Everthing I'll ever love will reject me or die.

I want to rebel against all the things I think I need. I want to burn them to the ground. I want to break them.

I just feel so done. Time to shave my head, grab some robes and a bowl and start walking. Stupid world.

I know I only write when I'm down. I'm not like this all the time, ask anyone who knows me. But getting it out helps get it away. I'm not thinking about getting things out of me when I'm happy.

- Dave

If I stumbled on my own blog, I'd be laughing at the Emo-wannabe author.

3 Comments:

Blogger Jonboy said...

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30

9:33 PM, July 18, 2006  
Blogger BuddhaDave said...

I loved that part. Good pick. He gets enlightenment afterall.

1:39 PM, July 19, 2006  
Blogger Jonboy said...

I thought you might like that one... you've inspired me to re-read it again... it's been a while.

9:22 PM, July 19, 2006  

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