Life is so FRUSTRATING to me right now. Nothing is to be known and anything is to be expected. Nothing is static and everything is falling apart. Maybe losing all hope is freedom? What is the power of my spirit and do I have to destroy myself to find out what this power is? Why do I cause so much pain? Can’t I see how we are all manifestations of love? Am I really “Alive”? Is everything I can do wrong as long as I’m still alive? Why can't I conceive of a virtue in someone else that they can't conceive in myself? Instead of believing I’m stronger, isn't it so much easier to imagine I’m weaker? Am I addicted to self-abuse? Am I a liar? People are always ready to believe the opposite of what you tell them. Constructive destruction? Yeah, I can go for that.
I need some coffee- DAG!
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