Life. I'm losing at life. I don't know why I'm posting this here...you people have your own sh|t going on I'm sure.
Bah, I was thinking about burning a house down because I would get a lengthy prison sentence. I'd do ok in prison probably.
I read all these online self-help articles about turning things around, being more attractive etc. I learn that my perspectives and strategies are theoretically sound and the results are dismal. I think I am profoundly unhappy, in general... My personhood is void of any nectar, my spirit is buried so deeply behind shame that it has become petrified in rock.
Psychedelic drugs are the only way I can regulate my neurotransmitters and have a happy and confident outlook, but my prevailing consciousness underlying the euphoric and epiphanic thought content still reminds me that I'm actually worthless to others at the core, struggling only makes matters worse. But it feels good to fake it. I like to take note that when I'm out and about I am always on the fringes of society - "society" like the underlying fabric that holds people together and the conduit for impulses to mate and gather socially, but I just observe.. One observation is that I am all but invisible to everyone except CRAZY people. I sometimes think I am their leader. The drugs help with perspective.
I've taken to stalking my ex a bit and I sense this behaviour is a little less harmless with every iteration.
Stupid thread. Back to business as usual. 80% moving overseas or a life of crime. 100% chance of failure.