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>>387256 it's all very strange because you know how you see those dinky little quotes about love on tumblr, well I never understood those ever but I am beginning to.
I'm starting to realize how long I've been lying and getting away with it, because I can lie to people very, very easily and just go with it, because I just wanted a reason to be around and be needed, and there's this one person that I never fucking lie to because he looks at me and knows, and the exact same thing applies to him.
This is the marvelous thing about drugs. You are completely incapable of lying to yourself. You can hallucinate, as in your eyes and senses might be lying to you, but you can recognize this and you know. It's like your mind is bumpy and rough and full of potholes, so you've just been smoothing it all over and gliding over everything, and the drugs just tear the fucking veneer off and you can go either way - 1. you forget it all, dismiss it all as 'lol trippan balls' and put a third coat of plastic over all those bumps, or 2. you realize that every single thing you thought and felt was real, and you see how your own life never matches up and you fucking accept all those bumps and holes as a part of you, and that is the hard way because you have to consciously stop yourself from lying to yourself.
All day there are thousands and billions and trillions of thoughts flying around in your head. You've seen pictures that were taken at 'exactly the right moment', like of something exploding or shattering and you can see every single shard of glass poised perfectly in the air? That is what you have to do with all that shit flying around. The drugs help you realize that it's possible, but carrying it out sober is difficult.
I remember we had a long talk about why we like to get fucked up all the time. That's what we're known for. Yeah, that person is high all the fucking time. Yep, that's a hardcore alcoholic right there. I know why he does it, and he knows why I do it. We both have issues in relationships, we both can treat people like shit, we both carry out these little charades all the fucking time and we get away with it because no one can really see through our shit. We used to have pretty personal conversations right from the get-go, because one of us would say something and the other would start laughing and ask for the real truth, not whatever the fuck you just said right there.
He's pretty stupid, and so am I, so I don't think we are ever going to get our shit together. I'm doing the same thing to my boyfriend right now he did to one of my friends last year. Going through the motions. Letting someone love you when you don't feel a thing. We do it because it's easy and it's comfortable and because we can be happy if we don't think too much, if we just smoke weed erry day etc. It's hard to be sober in the world we put ourselves in. You can go through life making all these important choices in that fucked up, glossed over, running over the varnish kind of state and not feel a thing but still be 'happy', still be okay and comfortable.
So I guess the main question is this: do you want to be okay and comfortable, or do you want to fucking discover yourself and your happiness despite how hard it will be? If you're just trying to get through your day, your workweek, your bills, you're gonna choose the first one. It's not a bad thing. You might do terrible things, but so does everyone and we can't all be fantastic all the time and you've got to learn to live with the terrible things you've done. It's just survival.
When you're trying to meet basic needs, you don't need to worry about self-realization and happiness, this is some basic maslows hierarchy of needs shit. How do you get past that?
By winning big on the scratchtickets.
Therefore, my new strategy for life is buy all the fucking lottery tickets 'cause wtf else are you gonna do but play the game and listen to bullshit and heeeyy there's like a one in ten billion chance you'll win, you sad piece of shit. I was thinking I shoudl have spoilered this because I did not intend to talk so much, but /baw/ is already everyone's fucking diary.
>>387270 physical or emotional pain?
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