I'll Not Be Changing, But

As Long As We Prioritize Material Truths Over Spiritual Truths We Will Live In Tyranny Because We Are Living An Illusion

We All Need Something To Help Us Unwind At The End Of The Day. You Might Have A Glass Of Wine, Or A Joint, Or A Big Delicious Blob Of Heroin To Silence Your Silly Brainbox Of Its Witterings But There Has To Be Some Form Of Punctuation, Or Life Just Seems Utterly Relentless.

How We Treat The Vulnerable Is How We Define Ourselves As A Species.

I Used To Binge-eat And Make Myself Throw Up. I Was A Fat Kid. Obviously I Didn't Quite Master The Bulimia.

I've Never Had A Sustained Period Of Medication For Mental Illness When I've Not Been On Other Drugs As Well. It's Just Not Something That I Particularly Feel I Need. I Know That I Have Dramatically Changing Moods, And I Know Sometimes I Feel Really Depressed, But I Think That's Just Life. I Don't Think Of It As, "ah, This Is Mental Illness," More As, "today, Life Makes Me Feel Very Sad." I Know I Also Get Unnaturally High Levels Of Energy And Quickness Of Thought, But I'm Able To Utilize That.