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380 days ago
P sychology is the art of translating our interpretation of the language of the soul. Learning to what extent we are capable of controlling it. Figuring out why you look at things the way that you do. It's essential knowledge to understand the way in which you interpret your emotions. During the last couple of weeks, I've come a long way into figuring out mine. I 'm a Melancholic Optimist. I want life to be so special and despise people who settle for what I feel to be mediocrity. People that don't see or live life to its full potential. I reprimand them for it. The gathered masses of modern society represent an isolation from bigger things, a measure of the ordinary by which I tend to feel entrapped. Cut off from the ideal and distant. This aversion from simplicity leads to an insisting desire of individuality, expressing itself by means of creativity. I want a miracle to happen and almost insist on its beauty. I like to believe I've lived to witness several. I demand on a ...
397 days ago
... F or the only thing worse than missing something you desire, is knowing that you could've had it.
409 days ago
T oday, I hate everything. I hate everyone. I hate everyone that's in a relationship. And the longer 't that relationship would have successfully lasted so far, the more I utterly, outright hate you all. I 'm absolutely positive that those despondent, maybe slightly pessimistic thoughts would sound familiar to pretty much anyone reading this. It should also be more than enough to express the way that I'm feeling right now, and probably even enough to explain the reason why. At least I hope it is, because I'm not going to write about it anymore. I'm not, because it's the exact same damn thing that has happened the last dozen times. I'm not, because there isn't a single thought or emotion in my mind that hasn't been there before. I'm not, because I'm done feeling sorry for myself. I'm not, because I'm done. I'm done with all of it. ... O r at least I would be, if I could be ;) However, when you look past the gloomy wastelands of depression, it won't take you very long ...
422 days ago
I t has never ceased to amaze me how a single moment can be interpreted in so many different ways. Of course, anyone interprets their surroundings in their own characteristic way, but even a single person! How a single person's experience of a certain moment or memory can differ so much, merely depending on his phychological state, is... We've been trying for centuries to find some sort of pattern in the dynamics of the human mind, hoping to find some way to get the slightest sense of control over it, but it seems like we're just too damn inconsistent to predict. T his weekend has been a very clarifying one for me. It might have something to do with all the writing I've been doing but, with this new chapter in my life ahead of me, it's been very gratifying to look back at life. Actively accepting past memories as a part of who I have become, has brought up a whole bunch of answers I didn't even know I had the questions to. I'm not sure where this all came ...
423 days ago
G ood morning everyone (: M an, that update I wrote yesterday really got my writing-spirit back up..! Regular readers might already have noticed that I haven't been writing at all lately, but I must say that it really felt great to get back into it like that yesterday. Writing that particular update felt very different than I remembered, actually. Maybe it's the different writing-style, I don't know. I don't remember ever writing in that particular state of mind before, it was an amazing evening for me. A nd I must admit that I really missed that feeling you get, the morning after spending an evening writing about things. It feels very similar to the feeling you get when you just had a really good conversation with someone. One of those really rare conversations, in which you barely even think about what you're saying and the words just seem to come straight from the origin of who you are. I've come to believe that those are the only moments that we're ever really ourselves. ...
