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If you want to know who I am, you're not going to get far by reading what I say.
But if you want to know what I say, and you want to read it, go ahead.
I have been somebody, and I have found nirvana in becoming nobody.
I hear the music in peoples footsteps, and sometimes, that can give me all the presumptions, conclusions and prejudices against or for this person that I need.
You know that guy who can pick up any girl?
I'm him, on crack.
I love people, more than I hate them.
I hate people who are delusionally pessimistic or romantic. They inevitably suffer because of it, and this irritates me.
Do not come to me with your woes.
I am amoral, and disconnected to those who I do not feel compassion for.
This is not something that can be earned through trust or friendship or any of that bullshit.
I might like you, even if you hate me, I could respect you.
I could hate you, even if you like and respect me.
And I don't respect ********' attitude. So, I don't want to hear it.
Manners are important. I'm not a rude person.
Life isn't fair. That doesn't mean we can't try to be.
When did we forget our dreams?
The infinite possibilites of each day should stagger the mind. The sheer number of expiriences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking even.
But we live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out before us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of social norms.
We act like if we just get through the day, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mould. It doesn't involve tempering my life in order to fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.
This is very important, so I want to say this as clearly as I can.
F u c k . T h a t . S h i t .
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Anyways, how are you and what's up?
You? XD
Yo.
And I'm a guy, haha. The pictures on the right side are of me. I just enjoy My Little Pony a good bit, ahaha.
And glad to hear you enjoy the song! They're one of my favorite bands. I know lots of good music so let me know whenever you need some new amazing music.
I'm doing great. Just relaxing, playing minecraft and checking gaia from time to time. And you?
I've tried writing a book multiple times but I always lose interest after the first few chapters
I wrote a lovecraftian-esque horror story not too long ago that I like a bit, but I wrote it on paper and I'm far too lazy to type it up, sadly.
Do you write at all?
It's an oracle that is only a voice, with no sort of physical embodiment, and it speaks in song, and the great Nothing has come to claim, and subsequently destroy it.
For all eternity, my voice hath rung
Through these halls, these songs I've sung
Wise beyond all, I've woven tales
and spoken truths of beyond the vale
and yet I feel that now my time has come
That I, soon, shall be undone
My voice will fade like all things do
As you will fade, one day too.
The wind shall sing no longer here
None will recall the singing seer
and so shall end my song, unbirthed
but you, my child, shall prove your worth.
Go now, tell them what I've foretold
That my voice has grown, it seems, too old
This ancient melody shall cease this time
and with me, so too dies my rhyme
Farewell my friend, goodbye, so long
and Never forget, the Oracle's song