infinite jest 

I’m not suicidal, but many things haunt me. Dang, what I’m trying to say is I have that… I am that. I am David Foster Wallace sometimes. But I am not him. I don’t have to win. I don’t have to destroy myself or anyone else. I could write a much better book. Meaningless.

I sat this morning waiting for something. Some kind of wisdom. Realizing I’m waiting forever for nothing if I can’t make it myself. 

Many thoughts I cannot express. 

I’m not done here.

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There’s no mandatory self destruction for people who can feel and think in different ways than others do. I heard it, felt it, was less alone because of it, but I don’t have to act like a man who turns his pain and anger into inevitable self satisfied destruction. I won’t.

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