Ataraxia
Bluelighter
consider this as a sort of introduction...
I'm the quiet observer, just sitting in the corner taking in my environment... and god do I hate my environment. well, I hate it as much as someone who's indifferent to everything can. nothing really phases me anymore. I neither love nor hate very much in this world. it's the depression, I can't really help it. but as long as I can convince psychiatrists (bunch of babbling airheads that obviously don't know what they're doing, if you ask me) then I refuse to get all drugged up to "cure" my illness... I'm not very fond of that idea, personally. just drugs in general bother me... but drugs that will basically permanently alter my personality and attitude, that's just too much for me to swallow... (damn puns, they show up when they're not supposed to!)
waiting... that's what my life revolves around now. it seems I'm always waiting for someone... to come rescue me from my pain. but do I really want that? without the pain... I can't live. if I were happy all the time, I don't think life would be worth living. knowing that I'll always be content, never depressed, suicidal thoughts never crossing my mind, never crying for no apparent reason... what would be the point? it doesn't seem very exciting. same emotion day after day after day... but then, when I think about it, that's what my life is like now. nothing really changes... except the person throwing me back into depression, causing me to cry myself to sleep every night... the only constant in this world is change, so does that mean my life is not constant? or does it change more than I realize. have I become too blind to see it?
I want to be dominated. it would be interesting to see if I can be controlled, become the submissive partner, though it would most definitely have to be forced upon me, by a strong personality, and it may take quite some time and determination. I've never been one to give in very easily when someone tries to take over. it's in my nature... it's a predatory trait I suppose... a survival instinct I've never been able to push aside. but I want to be the submissive one... I want someone to drown me in mental pain... I want to know what it's like to give in to someone's every desire... I want to be dominated...
I don't undertand how I can be so detatched from my environment, yet be so incredibly aware of what goes on around me. does this mean I really do care, but don't want to admit it to myself? I keep asking questions I can't answer... and so far nobody else can either... how can people expect me to answer their torrents of questions about my life if I can't answer the more important ones myself? there I go again... asking things that can't be answered... damn, I have so many bad habits. I put my loved ones through hell... for no real reason at all... I don't want to, but I lose control of my mind, my emotions... and eventually, what words come out of my mouth... it hurts me more than them, though I'm the only one that knows this. you see? bad bad habits... that I can't quit... I seem to have an obsession... an addiction to mental pain... inflicting it both upon myself and those I love... and I hate it...
scream "are we having fun yet?"
I'm the quiet observer, just sitting in the corner taking in my environment... and god do I hate my environment. well, I hate it as much as someone who's indifferent to everything can. nothing really phases me anymore. I neither love nor hate very much in this world. it's the depression, I can't really help it. but as long as I can convince psychiatrists (bunch of babbling airheads that obviously don't know what they're doing, if you ask me) then I refuse to get all drugged up to "cure" my illness... I'm not very fond of that idea, personally. just drugs in general bother me... but drugs that will basically permanently alter my personality and attitude, that's just too much for me to swallow... (damn puns, they show up when they're not supposed to!)
waiting... that's what my life revolves around now. it seems I'm always waiting for someone... to come rescue me from my pain. but do I really want that? without the pain... I can't live. if I were happy all the time, I don't think life would be worth living. knowing that I'll always be content, never depressed, suicidal thoughts never crossing my mind, never crying for no apparent reason... what would be the point? it doesn't seem very exciting. same emotion day after day after day... but then, when I think about it, that's what my life is like now. nothing really changes... except the person throwing me back into depression, causing me to cry myself to sleep every night... the only constant in this world is change, so does that mean my life is not constant? or does it change more than I realize. have I become too blind to see it?
I want to be dominated. it would be interesting to see if I can be controlled, become the submissive partner, though it would most definitely have to be forced upon me, by a strong personality, and it may take quite some time and determination. I've never been one to give in very easily when someone tries to take over. it's in my nature... it's a predatory trait I suppose... a survival instinct I've never been able to push aside. but I want to be the submissive one... I want someone to drown me in mental pain... I want to know what it's like to give in to someone's every desire... I want to be dominated...
I don't undertand how I can be so detatched from my environment, yet be so incredibly aware of what goes on around me. does this mean I really do care, but don't want to admit it to myself? I keep asking questions I can't answer... and so far nobody else can either... how can people expect me to answer their torrents of questions about my life if I can't answer the more important ones myself? there I go again... asking things that can't be answered... damn, I have so many bad habits. I put my loved ones through hell... for no real reason at all... I don't want to, but I lose control of my mind, my emotions... and eventually, what words come out of my mouth... it hurts me more than them, though I'm the only one that knows this. you see? bad bad habits... that I can't quit... I seem to have an obsession... an addiction to mental pain... inflicting it both upon myself and those I love... and I hate it...
scream "are we having fun yet?"
