mantra

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

- friedrich nietzsche

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some things i know about myself:

i am not like my brothers.

i am a wall flower.

i am ambivalent to most things.

i am an iconoclast.

i can be incredibly vicious and cruel - and i resist it hard.

i am still a little naive about the world.

i have a disproportionate-sized pride to abilities ratio.

i know who i'm not, but i'm learning to know who i am.

i dumb myself down to illicit sympathy - sometimes.

i hold grudges, and i never forget. never.

i loathe public speaking.

i relate to things that are discarded and broken



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