the loneliness of this path is crushing. Is the price of true freedom really my humanity. My humanity cries out for a short disillusioned life over an eternally painstaking one, alienated. Aloneness makes life empty. when do I get off the fucking ride. i’m at my limit. i’m isolated. i’m dragged down by everyone and everything. i’m 17. I just need to hear something.
I’ve made progress but why do I need to tell the world about it. Why do I feel this incessant need to help everyone and help the world and cease all confusion and unite and collective the masses. naivety. all this self-righteousness. i’m going insane.
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