A whole bag of fucked up

I've had a whole slew of new thoughts, scary thoughts. They make me depressed, very depressed. What worse is that i won't even post them. I'm that afriad of them. I'm pretty much a ranting crazy idiot already, but i think i might be taking it to the next level. You know, kinda like dragon ball where the guy goes super saiyan, but instead of more powerful, i just get crazier.

Ok, here are some censored thoughts. Things that are ok to tell because they don't make me crazy, in fact they prove my sanity. I want a tattoo. Yeah i know i'm late with the whole teenage rebellion thing. But it's not a teenage rebellion thing, i just want a tattoo because it seems like it would fit my body. So what do i want to get? Ravens, two of them, on my back. So where did i get this thought from? Norse mythology, where meloncholy is everyone's best friend. Odin, a god, has two ravens, hugin (thought) and munin ( memory). Every Morning Odin sends them out to gather knowledge. Sound tres cool nes pas? Where did i get this idea from? I dunno, i just sort of appeared.

I seem to be getting a feeling of nilhism. I feel like i'm in some giant void and all progess made goes unnoticed because without markers and milestones, you can't see how far you've been. I don't know what's going on any more. I used to have a path, a direction i was travelling. Not anymore. I used to want to be the nuclear family. Husband, wife, 2.5 children, white picket fence, 2 cars and mows the lawn on sunday. I mean it's fucking pardise, or so i thought. Apparently the fires in my head have melted down the plastic dream. What's left? nothing but a clump of wax.

The problem with nilhism is that there is no problem at all