Lies your parents told you...

Why does life have to be so difficult? Why, with seemingly an ideal life, do you wish for more or for things to be different? Why do you not care about anything? Why do you go through a constant cycle of nihilism and self-loathing only to arrive at the same point once complete? What will it take to start caring again?

I was always told that time heals all wounds and things will get better. Maybe I am cursed to remember my greatest follies and failures however the good things always to be so fleeting. Pain, disappointment and unanswered questions are all I seem to get.

Most of all, why does life have to be so damn hard? It's understood that no one ever said it would be easy however it's only purpose seems to be to make things as humanly hard as possible, and once it has you down it takes a nice long piss in your face.

People tell me I'm a good person but I do not see it. Cannot see it. How could I be a good person when I don't care?

What am I doing now...

Just finish reading the "His Dark Materials" trilogy by Phillip Pullman. It dragged in a couple of places but overall I thought it was a good series.

Currently waiting for offspring #2...which will quickly make my current house obsolete.

Trying to survive the day job, however it's been grinding me down lately...too bad the economy is in the shitter right now.

Picking up a Blu-Ray player over the weekend...one of the few joys I have in this world are my movies so I am looking forward to this.