I am becoming increasingly convinced that there is no way to achieve real happiness in one’s time here on earth. The last time anyone was fully self actualized and knew bliss was before Eve and Adam were convinced by the serpent to eat fruit from the one forbidden tree. I have almost known, nearly approached this happiness a handful of times, usually in moments involving singing or drugs, the high of a manic episode or deep in the arms of sin himself. But for most of my life I have been acquainted only with grief, an experience I do not believe to be unique to me, but rather universal, though I am often told that much that goes on in my life is. Recently I met a boy who said he had never met anyone like me, that I was to him practically a character in a television show. I think but do not know if it is my eccentricities that cause me such problems in life.
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