I am at a loss for words. Here is the thing; I don't want to be depressed. I'm not a wallower. And yet I tried, I tried so fucking hard to buy-in. To everything. But it's a lot of work. And me, I'm just not cut out for work. I like to sit around and think. But thinking does not bring success. And success brings happiness. So it's no wonder the great thinkers of the world were so unhappy.
Am I one of the great thinkers of the world? A lot of the time I think: Yes. I am. And I say Fuck being humble. I may be unhappy but I know where my strengths lie. It seems 98% of the people I meet are dumber than me. Most have no excuse. Books; they were made to be read.
This post was edited because I felt it could be written better, I like to go back and change things
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No one wants to be depressed. And happiness doesn't always spawn from success. There have been times when I've done well at something, but I still felt unfulfilled. Theoretically, I should have been happy, but hell, I wasn't.
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