Write what's on your mind

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I am beginning to doubt that wants even exist at all. If they do, then it is impossible to know one's own wants. There are several problems that suggest this. First, often we will say "I want to do X in the future," but we can't know that we will still want X when that time arrives. Second, we will say "I want to do Y" when we have no experience with Y. How can we know that we truly want something unless we've had previous experience with it to make an informed determination that we prefer it?

But maybe this is all just my fault. Maybe I've just been floating through life, not being aware of or ignoring what I want, and thus not acting in accord with what I want. It feels that way. I don't know what the hell I want, and I don't know how I could figure it out. I don't know why I'm here, in my particular circumstance, except that I've followed the path of least resistance for the most part. All I know is that I don't like where the train is taking me. I'd say that I "want" to get off, if I knew for sure that there was a better path. But I don't know how to discover that path.

I just wanted to speak about a funny contradiction I am in. My mom killed herself and I have been pissed at her ever since, but was sad as well. But no matter how sad I get I would never kill myself like her. So I want to live and don't, but I do. Don't mind me just some random stuff.

I want to sit on the floor and draw
I want to draw for myself
This does not mean anime

lol ur mom killed herself? was it because she was ashamed of bringing u into the world?

lookin for a qt fuck toy

t. young, handsome, published, with a wicked nice cock

I oughta be sleeping, but the trauma from last Thursday makes it hard for me to get any meaningful rest. two of my closest friends ended up ready to kill each other in their drunken rage, and I did my best to separate them. I took the blows instead, and my middle finger's now bent slightly. I haven't been able to play guitar for days. my finger's not as swollen now, at least.

I was so mad that night. I was mad for days. it felt like my childhood died right in front of me. I took my anger out on trash cans, tossing them wherever I could, and even on the roof of someone's house. I hacked my neighbor's plants with a dull knife, and kept them up at night with my shitty soloing. apparently the residents got fed up with my shit, and now I'm forced to live with my dad out in the farm till I'm done with college.

I can take the solitude. I've lived alone enough already. I just care too much about my friends, though, and of how things will never be the same. I hope they haven't heard about what I did. I've never stooped that low in my life before.

part of the reason they want me away from the city was to get into a rehab of sorts; they want me to cut the booze. but these headaches hurt. another bottle of rum would be nice

user D:<

Don't be a piece of shit

What we really want is the willless state. A state where we no longer want, are content

hell no wanting shit is the best cuz it gives u sth to do