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 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 flake. 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 a naivety of a teen brain. i only decided to return home when i went away after so many people telling me i should stablish myself professionally then turn 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 a window and a roof. i questioned if i should go too. the next morning i figured out a beloved vegan of a group suicide. it doesn't matter the mystical experience you may go through, these aren't sensible advice for the others. unless your fine with those retrograde people talking about aura and horoscope and positive psychology without knowing what a longitudinal study or a meta-analysis is. let's not discuss what religion allows to. modern psychology doesn't solve everything but there's nothing wrong into relating 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 by 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. to meditate instead of doomscrolling. those boring pedagogy or architecture 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 future lifetimes but right here, on this century. that your children or your granchildren reaps hunger and war out of global warming and greed. all the disgrace your inconsequential and cold manners towards 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 a window and a roof. i questioned if i should go too. the next morning i figured out a beloved vegan of a group suicide. it doesn't matter the mystical experience you may go through, these aren't sensible advice for the others. unless your fine with those retrograde people talking about aura and horoscope and positive psychology without knowing what a longitudinal study or a meta-analysis is. let's not discuss what religion allows to. modern psychology doesn't solve everything but there's nothing wrong into relating 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 by 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. to meditate instead of doomscrolling. those boring pedagogy or architecture 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 future lifetimes but right here, on this century. that your children or your granchildren reaps hunger and war out of global warming and greed. all the disgrace your inconsequential and cold manners towards 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