Geoh's Skratchpadd

Sylvia Plath was pretty fucking depressing. It does feel like that from time to time, however. I think the trick is to not let the Darkness take you over, whatever it may be at the time; its not as bad as it seems.

I’m sitting in the dark. I do that to write often. this time, however, not much of a choice. I’m just writing till the juice runs out on my Laptop. I’ve done this once before, and I usually do this when I’m really tired or dunk but need to write. It’s Called a mindstream. Starting…. Now (keep in mind that I’m not thinking or editing this, so it might not make that much sense, if at all)

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The human race is bad at humanity. 

It needs practice, but not

at the expense of humanity itself.

I dont see a solution to this,

just the problem.

Cats know something we dont.

Dogs are none the wiser; they like licking their own assholes.

Humans are not unlike dogs; to get where we need to, we’d kiss a little ass too.

If i was high, this exercise would be alot more disjointed.

It might also make alot more sense.

A person is good at heart, as well as intellegent.

People are inherently evil, stupid, and easily cohersed into doing anything.

The only reason we havent advanced as a race is because the people who get “it”

are too lazy to teach us “it” one person at a time,

but keep trying to reach us as people.

Thats like squeezing toothpaste out, and trying to put it back in the tube.

Gdnght. 

I dont have the sleep pattern of an average person, so obviously, Im awake. Although, if I were to attempt to sleep, there would be a problem doing so. Dont think I’ve really been able to sleep well since her, and to be honest, I dont really think about it, but thats only because Im constantly moving. the moment I start to stand still, all the scars catch up with me. That’s why Im a workaholic. I love to make other excuses, but no other reason is closer to the truth. And It’s not even that I still feel the same way; while she will have a special place in my heart for her, I need room in that muscle for me and my loneliness.  I never felt like I got closure; it just feels like i faded away, like a forgotten book in the library of her life.

Oh well. Beats and Songs. Its gonna be a Quantized romance for me tonight; 98BPMs. Later Folks.