My point of origin. here and now.

I don’t know anything about magic. I just know about perception.

If all life is symbolic, then I can see how life itself is magical and miraculous.

If this is all there is to life, and it is a matter of self perception, I wish I was dead and never had to feel at all. I am too sensitive to the movement and changes in everyone around me, who is close to me.

Only that you love is capable of causing you pain.

I am not deserving of anything actually. I deserve everything that I get. And that is emotional pain. No joy. Just… pain.

Life is meaningless. Imbue your life with meaning. Don’t listen to anything I say. I’m just a bullshit lying whore.

Filthy fuxking slut. Story of my whole fucking life.

I guess… I found some copied and pasted msn chats I posted to my livejournal. I will post them here I guess. I mean, what do I have to lose?

I have nothing, anyway.