Bokonon

I am habituated to mediocrity. My days begin with foreboding and regret. By the afternoon I have been so cowed by my ingrained anxieties and fears that it is only natural that I should hurt those I love. The evening fills me with desperation for escape which I find in television, intoxicants or food I can’t afford. The hours of sleep are short and I am only calmed in to slumber by the promise that I will achieve vengeance against the tyranny of my own mind. Tomorrow will be better, though I can’t imagine any alternative.

I’ve been happy before, and will be again. I’ve also been paralyzed by fear and self disgust enough to be grateful for my current misery. All in all, I’d say it isn’t too important. The world goes on. 

(via shedrewgraves)