Twisted, deranged, abstract entities…

… that are ourselves. We somehow find ourselves trapped in these unlikely situations of which a dillema hangs above our heads, threatening our very idealisms versus the easy yet not amusing way out. (pause)  Just me then, weird how we feel this short excitement with a hint of euphoria and falling back into depression once again. These deranging thoughts of miscalculated choices, of rationality gone wrong, and of no one to blame.  But yet we live, and yet we follow through with life as it is. Simple plain feelings of remorse and loss catastrophically mutate into some kind of disastrous self-pity, numbing everything else.

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