unaware and unnassumed I no longer recognize the person i see. what has happended to the gilded child i used to be... nothing is left but a mere shell of a personality burdened with anxiety and some bad poetry. to begin it is important to understand that this is intended as a self-reflection, my personal own ideologies lied out in such a way so that the chatter in my brain is quiet. the goal isnt to be an edgy existentialist but rather an accepting absurdist. obviously there is nothing wrong with existentialism, it just tends to freeze people in their tracks. Absurdism on the other hand is the acceptance that the universe is completely and utterly randomized. there is nothing to do but accept the fact that the world is random and make decisions and choices with that in mind. My attributions to this site in completely from an anarcho absurdist mindset. you can call me maggot