LadyLornaDoone

I've taken enough pain killers to down a horse. I could die right now and thank God.  I'm so tired, so exhausted, so finished...  I need sleep, I need something more. Will it ever end?

I've got such issues that I don't know how much longer it'll be before I snap.  And I know who it's going to be directed at.  I've always said I hate phonies, and you are the biggest fakir of the lot.  You are so arrogant that I can't bear to be around you any more. Philosophy is supposed to humble one, to make one aware of the limitations of our supposed great thoughts and wisdom.  It's supposed to open our hearts to everything out there, to help us realise that we are only the centre of our own thoughts, but that there is a world out there that needs changing. And yet you... you have become so full of self-importance since you studied phi

Why the fuck does every feeling, every action, every word need to be rationalised?  Irrationality's a monster that doesn't want to be understood?  Bullshit, irrationality is the only thing that keeps us sane.  Where would we be if everything could be explained?  What would the point of life be without the unknown, the unexplicable? So don't try to rationalise your actions through the rationality/irrationality argument, it doesn't fucking stand up.  I'm too intellegent to accept it.  There's something you're not telling me.  And it has to do with me.  Am I that captivating that I might ruin your life if you get too close to me?  Are you that