Just for once, I’d like the lights not to flicker on when I approach an aisle of books at work, so I can work in comforting, fluorescent-free darkness. Just once, forever.
I have access to my account again, although to be fair that’s nothing to get really excited about as I am still damn poor.
My bank froze my account for going over my overdraft limit.
I’ve been within my limit for three days now, still frozen. I sort of need to buy food, eat and pay rent (in that order) but I guess I’m just too poor for this life business, so obviously I deserve to go hungry right? Right.
Harry decided not to save anyone, because it was against his rational self interest.
Voldemort won, and rightly so, as his ethical egoism allowed him to value his life above all else.
This is probably the easiest way to explain Objectivism ever.
Remember, kids: believe Ayn Rand and Voldemort wins.
Sundays are the fucking worst. Except for Mondays, and all the other days.
Someone said I’m like JD.
I want things I can’t have. People. I make that the reason why I want them. Subconsciously. Maybe. I don’t know. Whatever. Go away.
My asexual secret is…
I don’t feel like I relate to the asexual community at all. And I sorta don’t want to.
I must enjoy going through a cycle of misery because I never do anything to change the way I am. I’m too weak. I feel too isolated, and heavy, and I feel hollow because I am forced to stay afloat and I wish I would sink already. I hate who I am. I really hate myself.
The beautiful people, the beautiful people.