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mogwai - stop coming to my house |
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july 25th she broke up with me. juna and i as we were are no more. i can't even bear the thought of talking to her right now, when i got home from michigan, i went and saw aliens vs predator, and on a whim brought myself a curiosa ticket. somewhere during mogwais set i just felt myself letting go of it. i felt that old strong void coming back. all i can do is hope that me and her will work out someday. and rely on what i've always relied on. the void.
I am in a very independent frame of mind. I do not want a girlfriend. I do not want friends. I do not want to write or create. I just want to be myself. Without expectation. Without responsibility.
I want to work eight hours a day at minimum wage and get drunk and watch bad TV every night.
I want to eat shitty food and ruin my body and brain.
Waiting. I hate waiting. At no other time am I more acutely aware of my life slipping away. I put my hand on the very center of my chest, on top of the sternum and over my heart. With every soft, steady thump, I think, That's it. That's one less moment to be living, one less time it will ever beat. One day this heart of mine will stop, and I will die almost immediately. I wonder what it will be like - will I be able to feel my blood stop its circulation through my veins? Will it hurt, I wonder? Maybe it will feel like I'm suffocating, as my body stops getting oxygen. Maybe there will be an explosion of light and sound and pain as my brain shuts down, sustaining more and more damage until it shuts down for good, all in the span of a few seconds. I want to be awake when I die, if I die like that. No heart attack, no stroke, just complete and utter failure. Pack your bags folks, it would say. Show's over, I'm done. Nothing to see here. But I'd stay as long as I could, because the real show is just about to start.
In destroying everything you think you are, you gain a level of freedom, of detachment, that you cannot attain through the absolution of sin. Buddhists whom attain the state of Nirvana often meditate until they starve to death. Their bodies are unnecessary, they have found their oblivion. They are truly free. Free of the illusions and falsehoods that plague reality.
From Tuesday to Friday I essentially didn't sleep, and my mind was a haze. I feel a lot better now.
People ask me why i didn't sleep, one of my co-workers appeared a bit concerned. I gave flippant responses to pretty much everyone, including jess. Sorry if it made me an asshole. What else do you do when everything hurts so much it feels like you're going to blow your mind? You grin and bear it, I guess.
I don't know anymore. I don't want to sound bitchy and I don't want to sound depressive, because right now, I'm not really either. I get really depressed now and then since juna and I broke up; I guess it's natural - I still really like her and it hurts to think about it.
It's surprisingly hard to love regardless of whether or not you're loved in return. There are so few people I have ever been able to say 'I love you' to and mean it, whether they replied in kind, or said nothing in reply, or told me they hated my guts in turn. I suppose, I hope, the strongest love is unconditional, or maybe only real love comes without strings and fetters.
later for now.
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