2:41am realising that if there were a limit of times you can
loop a playlist until it arrives at a scientifically unhealthy amount,
me playing Jaymes Young takes the cake.
Why is it always hard to shake off this feeling of disconnection from where I belong and from everyone around me. It's like I'm too in over my head that it doesn't take long in every occasion for me to drift away into my own world. Being in a room full of people you'll start to wonder how people are made to be the person they are and if they ever feel just as trapped in their own skin as you do. And you wonder if you'd rather be like the kind of garbage people you secretly despise if ignorance meant you wouldn't have to see the problem with this entire generation and you'd be happier that way.
Isn't it odd no matter how much time you spend with someone, who you think they are is still only the side of them you're able to see through. (though the lack of substance in some makes them a whole lot more permeable) But this gap of misunderstanding is also what that allows us to have a protected sense of self that belongs to nobody but ourselves. To think that the true form of someone exists only in one dimension is a disgrace to the millions of years of human evolution we took to get where we are.
But then there's this- when all of us are so different from each other the beauty of the world also becomes its problem.
Truth is you'll always feel like you're all you have and the sad part about that are days when you don't even know if you like what you have.
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