kerpingtack: olive: the only part of the show i liked (hard to say harder to feel)
steep collapse. I worked myself into a total frenzy and deactivated my twitter for now. I don't know what I want out of this. It's not like I don't want people to talk to me, or I don't want to talk to people. It's much more that I don't WANT to want those things, and the easiest way to void that desire is to shut off the possibility.  

I am really, really, really a petty and selfish person. I mean, all of this is a stunt for attention, but I am too embarrassed to own up to it or to leave myself open to an honest dialogue about it. So it's just me yelling PLEASE NOTICE ME!! BUT NO FOLLOW UP QUESTIONS!! THANK YOU. 

What follows is that, I am really sad... also, extremely uncannily good at alienating people and making them feel awkward and unwanted. At best it's a self-fulfilling prophecy; I pretty much always expect people to get tired of me (because I always feel like I've tricked them into liking me for whatever reason in the first place), so when I see signs of disinterest I flip out and start distancing of my own initiative. At worst, it's just the poison in my personality and I am in fact totally unlikable and faulty as a human being. But either way I tend to treat to people around me like shit to preserve a stale, but familiar, sense of safety. It's times like this that I realize I haven't grown at all. This selfish heart. It gets smaller by the month probably. 

In less messy, ugly matters; I am still really sad about Jonghyun's car accident. I don't know. It's not a serious injury but just the news of it, the idea that he is hurt AGAIN, hospitalized AGAIN (especially in this year, now, after health became such an important thing to him), being lampooned and criticized and mocked AGAIN; it finally broke something clean off inside me. I saw a k-fansite master say something to this effect on twitter, "it hurts to not be able to help you." There's something about the overwhelming uncontrollable nature of it, how cyclical and repetitive it seems. That with each turn of the cycle, it only gets worse. I'm just so tired. Because Jonghyun really does mean a lot to me, and I'm not balanced to be cool about anything concerning him. The constant negativity hurts me and makes me legitimately angry. I go straight deep, I take it all to heart. It's worse because (or part and parcel of) I'm also aware... paranoid... no, aware... that people judge me for it, or otherwise get tired of it. And I keep it in mind because I do think I need that awareness to keep myself in check. To keep myself from annoying others and being an element that makes fandom weary to them, the same way the objects of my derision are to me. But what's the point? It just draws out the process of people getting tired. I am so tired. 
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These days I've been getting more and more thoughts that come out of nowhere and develop into complex sentence structures on their own. Just now when I was leaving the dining hall and taking a few mints from the bowl: "What is life without cinnamon peppermints? A lot of bushwallah and hogswap, that's all! Bush-wall-ah and hoggggswap!" I am about 10000% sure that those are not real words. 

Side note; I like cinnamon when it's in candy and red and congealed and completely artificial. I am much less partial to it when it's brown and a spice and shit. Whatever.

I feel like I have a very tenuous control over my body and like I don't have a connection to it. I think my mind is getting more alien to me too. I think all these things without realizing... I think in complex sentences spontaneously now, without having to build em up. I don't know what I mean by "I" in that sentence btw. Why aren't "I" and "my mind" the same thing? Is "I" my soul? WTF? This is confusing. Okay whatever. I DON'T UNDERSTAND MYSELF.

The last line of that one Dave Eggers short short story has been running through my mind on a loop the past few weeks. I am young enough to do horrible things because I think that there'll be enough time to be a good person later. Except I think I AM just a horrible person, full-stop. I shan't go into big blocks of text but if you know me, you probably already know. Sometimes I really feel bad for anyone who knows me and has to talk to me and just... has to be aware of my general existence. I don't know why I thought high school!me and now!me would be any different. I'm still the same person and I've always been the same person. I keep thinking I'm a better person than I am. I might re-read Catcher tonight and cry a little if Horky is not too omnipresent.

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