I feel like such a social pariah when I’m sad/angry. I’m not even sad/angry about anything, life is wonderful. Feel like I’m not allowed to be sad though. But life is wonderful. But sad. I wish it’d go away. Sigh thanks for listening to my ridiculous thought process tumblr.
“ Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
I think basing one’s day existance on writing and reading stories about a tv show is a tad silly. And could honestly use some interest in my daily existance, even if it is just as silly.
I don’t really get this whole life thing. We’re born, go to school, try to succeed through sometimes strange forms of education (trig? 18th cent literature?), spend thousands of dollars to get a piece of paper saying we’re qualified, get a job, work approx 30 years, die. What is the purpose? Is it to succeed? Even though some people think living is succeeding? Is it to love? To learn something? To be happy? Create something? Create change? All of the above? I think I’ll just go with that.
