I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
You can’t be in love with two people at the same time, it’s impossible. Because if you we’re truly in love the first one, you never would have fallen for the second one.
Some people cry. Some people sleep. Some smoke and do drugs. Others go out for a run. Others read books to pass the time. We have varying tendencies, but at the end of the day we know we are all just yearning for one thing: escape. (Escape from certain memories, certain losses, certain responsibilities. Escape from the eternal misery of life as it is.) These are our vanishing acts. We live by not living.
be nice to people because the world is a shitty place and we all need a little help sometimes
Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others.