28 6 / 2011
I am melancholy, incapable of being self-aware.
The glass isn’t half full, and it isn’t half empty. The glass doesn’t exist because I smashed it in to a million pieces.
I set myself up for failure, because after all these years, I don’t know how to handle success. Is that self awareness? I guess I just lied then. Maybe I am self aware, and just don’t know it. Isn’t that another contradiction?
I have nothing to say.
