there's little advantage of growing old based on my decisions. in high-school i tinkered how i could change the world. it was too abstract but i knew it i had to hold it. i wasn't that good with feelings back then. now that i'm reaching my 30s and socially speaking i'm a dust pollen. i have no money. i have no friends. i have to mediate my anxious heart on Tinder with people that probably had more sex in a week than i had in my entire life. haha. i still look for love there. i'm not naive to think there won't be emotional consequences of throwing qob out of the window and fake i'll be happy to enroll into some architecture university. i'm pretty grateful i have this option. i'm too old to hit the road with my missing teen brain. i only decided to return home after so many people telling me i should stablish myself professionally and then be a nomad
atheism is not a truth. skepticism is and today i thought about the day i woke up at night with fear. it's not much relevant in modern society or at least not in my bedroom with windows and a roof. i thought about if i should go too. the next morning i discovered a beloved vegan of a group suicide. it doesn't matter the mystical experience, never thinking on these as a sensible advice is pretty solid. modern psychology doesn't solve everything but there's nothing wrong into trying to feel a relation to the plantae or the fungi world. to look at insects and understand we are the same. some trees are wiser than me. some insects are not. to understand i'll never be at easy knowing my family which i grew up so happy with, will never care about their lack of sensibility towards life. to know i have to sail through this hell and suicide isn't an option because life but just because if i can be an example and motivation for people going vegan, then i must continue. what do you think. i'm in blissful solitude being ghosted by pretty girls trying to get followers on their Instagram on Tinder, to not being loved back by Giovanna, to spend my whole 20s giving love and not receiving back. no financial reward can erase the need of going into adulthood in a sober and serious manner, a luqtas which spend time not on literature but on books about science and scientific articles. those boring pedagogy podcasts which always punch me into thinking about myself but i have to pay attention to what they are talking. the endless social problems black people suffer in sociology podcasts. like i'm racist. to feel emotionally distant from my own video-game because i'm using AI and if i don't, i'll just be losing competitive space. to wish people who eat cheese and meat not suffer on a future lifetime but right here, on this century. your children or your granchildren reaping hunger and war out of global warming. all the disgrace your inconsequential and cold manners towards all the life which exist on Earth, your freaking piece of disease. i type these words with love and servitude because we have the pen over the sword and i ought you to mush in who are you
atheism is not a truth. skepticism is and today i thought about the day i woke up at night with fear. it's not much relevant in modern society or at least not in my bedroom with windows and a roof. i thought about if i should go too. the next morning i discovered a beloved vegan of a group suicide. it doesn't matter the mystical experience, never thinking on these as a sensible advice is pretty solid. modern psychology doesn't solve everything but there's nothing wrong into trying to feel a relation to the plantae or the fungi world. to look at insects and understand we are the same. some trees are wiser than me. some insects are not. to understand i'll never be at easy knowing my family which i grew up so happy with, will never care about their lack of sensibility towards life. to know i have to sail through this hell and suicide isn't an option because life but just because if i can be an example and motivation for people going vegan, then i must continue. what do you think. i'm in blissful solitude being ghosted by pretty girls trying to get followers on their Instagram on Tinder, to not being loved back by Giovanna, to spend my whole 20s giving love and not receiving back. no financial reward can erase the need of going into adulthood in a sober and serious manner, a luqtas which spend time not on literature but on books about science and scientific articles. those boring pedagogy podcasts which always punch me into thinking about myself but i have to pay attention to what they are talking. the endless social problems black people suffer in sociology podcasts. like i'm racist. to feel emotionally distant from my own video-game because i'm using AI and if i don't, i'll just be losing competitive space. to wish people who eat cheese and meat not suffer on a future lifetime but right here, on this century. your children or your granchildren reaping hunger and war out of global warming. all the disgrace your inconsequential and cold manners towards all the life which exist on Earth, your freaking piece of disease. i type these words with love and servitude because we have the pen over the sword and i ought you to mush in who are you