... that I would get so easily tired to talk to people to the point where I speak to them in spaces...
Its nothing personal, world... Its me and you all happen to meet me, know me, and never know how I actually am. --And I'm sorry. Then again, an apology would only be worth the effort of change and change comes naturally and not.
I hate rules. I hate to live by something because it is only fair even though life has proven to be unfair. It is this structure that I understand and fail to live by that has led me to this misery... and as I say this I bear in mind that living by the rules isn't mandatory but recommended for a happier more fulfilling life. Such is what I lack. Instead I indulge in the philosophies of impossibility. "We strive and that is the beauty of mankind, yet we strive until death with room to strive for more." We have hopes and dreams but our lives span not for the fulfillment of each dream. Obnoxiously I admit: the key to happiness is to accept, understand and hold dear all aspects of everything and appreciate.
And obnoxiously I admit: my depression stems from the yearning that may never be, the self that may never see.
Ah, ******** it, I'm off topic. I'll continue this when I feel like it.
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