Not getting out of bed till the evening is one of the best feelings ever
Studies show that I am fucking useless cunt
dragged out of a vivid dream, only to wake up to what seems like a proper nightmare
he has too much fear, so much that he is driven to enact the thing of which he is afraid, lest it should happen of its own accord
i cannot say much, for there is no reason to. but when i feel like there is a reason for it, i lose all sense of articulation. and it is frustrating. ultimately all that i need/want to say ends up being rehashed into “newer” baggage that i should have made sense of and acted on a long ago. basically i don’t know what i wait for and this is one of the many problems that i still fail to understand about myself. unfortunately, these cycles that i exist in somehow cause physical fatigue very comfortably. they know how i function better than i do…and it’s so hard to catch up.
i’m still working on how to procrastinate less.
I think I am glad the word “nice” exists. It allows people who “like” certain things to abstractly describe those things without using the word “good.” I feel that using the word “nice” to describe something can imply “I like it but it is not wrong to dislike it” whereas using the word “good” can imply “I like it and therefore it is wrong to dislike it.” In conclusion of this paragraph I think the existence of the word “nice” allows people who think “there is no good or bad in art” to say things about art while still feeling like “there is no good or bad in art.”
In terms of abstractions I mostly associate the word “nice” with calmness, detachment, cleanliness, denying one’s urges to allow others more opportunities to satisfy their urges. My strongest, concrete association…
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