I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35AM and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel so...
I fully realize my nihilism is juvenile, sophomoric, cliched, unpragmatic, etc. I hope to outgrow it soon, along with my ultra-relativistic view of the world. I’m just having trouble finding some form of meaning or certainty without making blind assumptions or inferences lacking in logical basis. Perhaps I just need some sort of external force to inspire a change in my ideology....
The rest is silence.
"The Price" →
by Neil Gaiman.