When I think of my adult life, I realize there has been only one time I’ve felt truly content.

And now I will take all those spoken words for face value and believe that never since have I felt it.

With a stream of fickle, unappreciative, insecure sociopaths, I simply dwelled in the delusion that I was somehow fine…and better…and I wasn’t. I haven’t been.

You are all sadly condemned to repeat every miserable mistake you’ve always made…and will always hurt everyone close to you on your path of self-fulfillment. You’ll never find those things you perceive to be best, because those best things are always the ones you’ve shunned because of your own self delusion.

Always better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.

I’d rather live unsettled than to continue living the lie others tell me is completion.