bliss-sad's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Back to work this week. As a passive aggressive form of punishment, management slashed my hours almost in half. It's whatever. Nothing matters. I don't mean that how it sounds. I don't mean, "life is hopeless bullshit". When I say that nothing matters, I mean none of the petty stuff. Jobs, daily stresses, disagreements , my own insecurities.. All of that shit pales in comparison to the sheer enormity of life. Any day, any moment of any day, you could drop dead. And, if you don't, you still might be confronted with your biggest fear: death, darkness, quiet... Whether you're twenty six or eighty one, nothing is guaranteed. The dead ones are lucky. They're gone, they're done with the bullshit. Its us, the living, that are left behind to clean up all the messes. I'm more afraid of the dark now than ever. Bathrooms make me feel panicked. I have to have my phone on me at all times. I need to know where the light switches are. I can't sleep without having nightmares. All side effects of what happened, what I saw. The truth is, you never know when you'll find a body in the wild. The truth is, your number could run out at any time. The truth is, nothing matters. 1:21 p.m. - 09.05.14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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