« on: December 01, 2012, 12:23:27 am »
Now is not an appropriate time for me to lighten up. There’s a thing I need to get off my chest and can’t, being bound by laws of custom and honor that I refuse to break and few people I know share. Because to divulge details would be for me to renege on everything I hold sacred, I cannot begin to describe my inner torment without outright plagiarizing a goth’s LiveJournal. The external factors, in addition, are too much of a bore on account of being a genuine litany of complaints for anyone else to really give a shit about or maybe even understand the magnitude of the pressure I am under, and besides, to tell would simply hand over a weapon to several of those who are out to make my life a living hell. Every day I must go through like this, these things tearing the wounds open anew for the next round of traumas not out of necessity but of malice—and there is no escape. The suggestion of ending it all is often whispered into my ears by demons and those who are not so clever as they think. I go on living because if I don’t, the bastards win. By the same reasoning, I am not an alcoholic. I could simply continue to stream consciousness like this indefinitely but frankly I go onto forums as a quick and inexpensive form of entertainment, not as a way to ruin fucking everybody’s day by unloading it all, which I could do.
In short, dassum buuuuullshit.