Your lucky. I wish i could cry. I actually love the rain. It eases everything for me..Its realy strange. I love darkness haha..Not in a satanic or emo kinda way. I just feel more relaxed in the evening especially when its dark and rainy. I wish i could go to school at night.
My life is so negative..shit..im suprised Im not crying everyday. Im not even poor or starving or anything. And everytime i think about how depressing my life is i think about people who are living in sheds with nothing to eat or anything and how i dont have the right to feel depressed. And then i feel like an asshole...shit..I would trade all of the shit i have to not feel depression or anxiety anymore. Im not saying i have alot of shit, but i have a few nice things. This laptop isnt one of them though..Its amazing how you can find things so cheap online haa..
No one I know has ever considered it lucky to be able to cry, I don't believe. For me, it is a catharsis, an outpouring of what I have been feeling recently.
Possibly the best environment is night with a light drizzle, night with a thunderless lightning storm, or a foggy day with a light drizzle. I am drawn to darkness as well, and I hate that our society runs on such a system as day/night instead of night/day. What makes the day so much better anyway? My best thinking and most intense moments always occur at night, when I am alone and undisturbed.
You, at least, are better than I am. What reason have
I to be woeful? I have a nice computer, a car, good education, excellent intellect, am endowed with reason and emotion, the ability to see the good in both... oh, if I were to count all my blessings. But if you have no reason to be depressed, than I have no reason to not be in a state of blissful joy at all moments, but neither of those are true. My material possessions altogether add up to nothing; they are worth nothing. I find it extremely difficult to go to a nice restaurant at times when I know there are people even within my own city who are not eating, children who have no beds, no homes, parents who spend all of their money on drugs and alcohol... but is not the child and the parent to be equally pitied? Oh, how we have all been deceived, by this dark dream, in this dark nation. But I pray for a day when all this shall end: whether through the destruction of the earth as a whole or through liberation and restoration of all things by Christ. I have little hope of either happening though, at least not soon. If there is a nuclear apocalypse, the world will be wiped clean. Were I ever given a choice...
The optimists tell me that things will get better soon. The ignorant tell me to put away such thoughts. The fools do not even bother listening. Who the fuck really cares? Who is going out and making sure change happens for the betterment of these, my estranged brothers?
Not estranged to regret, not estranged to acknowledge my faulty steps. Oh, what a fool I am! for it is certainly not I. How can I even claim to feel for them in anyway; my heart is as calloused as the blackest man. What have I ever done for them? Oh God, I utterly hate myself...
I am such a fool for thinking that anything could be changed that I myself didn't change; that the system would fix itself, even that the system is fixable. If there were ever to come a time where you could destroy the entire world, would you reject it? I would not. Such an offer seems so generous to me...