I met an amazing man today. He said many things standing in the doorway between my room and the living room and I'm glad he did. I'm glad he seems to enjoy talking much more than I do, although I don't agree with all the points he makes. I'm glad he spoke my thoughts for me and whether he was (un)intentionally funny makes no difference, because the way he speaks has always been amusing in the way only my philosophy teachers have managed to be funny. It's a shame he's never been my teacher.

It's a good thing I don't often give a shit and disregard entire paragraphs of speech.

Three cups of tea. Thank you for comparing philosophiers to suicide bombers; for speaking words that have restored my trust in a lost cause; for.

Morning monologues

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If true communication is impossible, because words mean different things to different people and whatever general definitions we might have only serve as guidelines, then in order for me to express myself as clearly and simply as possible I would have to define every concept I use separately. It's very difficult to do this briefly, when you're stuck with people who might have difficulties with the one language you both share and they might not have the attention span to hear what you're saying, if what you say comes out as a long speech. Fuck you. Maybe it's just me though.

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Thank you for laughing. I smile back on all the times I've made you laugh.

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What would I ever do, if I actually reached my destination?

Wow,

My room has a floor again. I'm so sick of owning all this useless shit.

Muistoja

Lainatakseni 16-vuotiasta itseäni ensimmäisinä lukioviikkoinani latinan tunnilla... "Mun koko elämäni on yhtä suurta, päättymätöntä luovaa taukoa."

Kiitos lukio. En jää kaipaamaan; yhtä vähän katumaan.

There is confidence in ignorance as there is
safety in numbers
naïvety in innocence

I'm only

sad when I think about the past
scared when I think about the future

unhappy content so many things when in the present?
am i ever here