Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintances, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness. -Henrik Ibsen
rewatching JoJo's bizarre adventure because I remember next to nothing about the first season and after watching a bunch of round about memes I had to watch it
each of our hearts contain reminants of super Nova
each of us has a yearning to be part of something greater than the whole
each of us are alone burning out our fires
until we, too, erupt into bright fireworks of destruction
where did all my ambition go? why does a career change terrify me so much?
I hate the company I work for, but I make a buttload of money doing something I could literally do in my sleep. and occasionally I get to really help people, which is the best and most rewarding part of the job.
I try to frame it positively, I try to be thankful I have a job that does give me a full time consistent schedule, with good wage, ok benefits, and I literally only have to go into the physical office 1 time a month. in the big scheme of things I'm very fortunate... so why do I feel so empty inside?
is it just because it's a job? or is it because every other year i give 120% and then get reduced to the same number I got when I gave 60%... I get disheartened. I want to be challenged, I need an occasion to rise to. otherwise I just coast. but my current boss sucks at employee development, she's new, it's ok.
I just hate insurance. I hate corporate America. I hate big business and big money. i spend a third of my time doing something for something I despise to my very core. maybe that's the problem.
this song strikes a raw chord
I'm lost, no dreams of my own
everything is scary, so far out of reach
I'm lonely in my heart, and honestly....
I have abandoned hope it ever filling the gaping hole where my soul used to be
I am an empty husk. I turned 30 and after hoping all thru my twenties that 30 would magically make this better, I feel just as lost and empty as ever. I'm confused, I'm tired, I'm trying, I keep going, but why...
what's this all for anyway.. if you don't have kids you are lost to time, if you do you are lost in 1-2 generations, but what does any of that matter when humans are going to destroy this planet and go extinct just like everything else that fights the natural order as much as we do.
I just need to be held, I want to just feel less alone.
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2019 3 January :: 10.20am
:: Mood: depressed
:: Music: city & color
admit, this is never what you wanted
"isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing?"
i feel this deep, deep anxiety, pain, sorrow and emptiness.
it feels like i'm missing someone i never met. it feels like the hole in my heart just tore a little bigger.
it feels like i'm ripped wide open and everyone can see the wind blow. right through my ribs, right through my heart.
i want to help those i love who are in pain so badly, and yet i'm completely powerless to help ease their sufferings, to help them feel relief, to see they are comforted and know they are loved.
maybe i am heartless, maybe i'm not the best person to be friends with. as someone who thinks about suicide constantly to comfort me against the absurdity and pain of being alive, i understand the desire and compulsion. and as someone who understands, it is so hard for me to stay don't.
but please don't. and if it's too late to say good bye... i just hope you found the relief you were looking for.
this life isn't what i want. i don't know what i want. maybe i do. i just want to feel important.
but i feel like that's impossible. i'll never feel important enough. and the more people i fill my life with, the less important i feel. and the more i want to run and hide and forget i ever knew anyone in the first place.
i didn't ask for life. i didn't ask to be white, or a woman, or pretty. i didn't ask to be born in the 21st century, i didn't ask to be a millennial. i didn't ask to fill the oceans with plastics or the air with toxins. i just want to go back to nothing, back to star dust, back to the earth. to be a tree or a bug or a toad. not thinking, not conscious, not lost in this hopeless endless spiral of humanity.
i am lost. and i just want to help someone else not be so lost.