seems like the more organized i make myself, and more comfortable i feel, the more i wait for things to go wrong. the more i feel as if everyone secretly hates me. i've done and said alot of dumb/ignorant/prideful/etc things in my life, however i really am doing alot better... yet at times it seems like there's a big-screen hd tv above my head playing all of my mistakes on repeat as i walk thru this world, dragging an eternal fore-front memory of my wrongs no matter how "right" i feel i'm becoming. naked. alone. sinfuly evil. is any good deed void of all self-ritousness? if not, what percentage qualifies? and after all this, i bleed thoughts of, "3rd world countries" - "torcher" - "blind children" and "parapalegics" ... almost makes me wish i never bothered dwelling on such trivial american emotions--or lack of. without comparisons such as these, we'd all be deserving of self sorrow. is anyone deserving? i guess techniquly, only one would be... what a petty prize to obtain. ...i guess im just self aware. maybe even tupperware. gotta stay fresh. so chill out. peace. |