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Selling at Etsy
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I'm selling some stuff on Etsy, in case anyone has nothing else to do but browse the web. Check it out here:
www.etsy.com/people/SpareNicke…
Not much there at the moment, but there will be more.
I could use some ideas if anyone is interested in custom items such as simple leather craft or plushies.
Anywho, thanks for stopping by.
www.etsy.com/people/SpareNicke…
Not much there at the moment, but there will be more.
I could use some ideas if anyone is interested in custom items such as simple leather craft or plushies.
Anywho, thanks for stopping by.
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Very Tired
2 min read
I find I am very tired. I do not feel energetic like I used to. Of course, there is a physical reason, but I like to look at the emotional aspects that have been affecting that physical part of me.
I do not see a reason to do much of anything. Even the things I would enjoy doing seem pointless or too far out of reach now. It is not easy to feel sentiment, and even my collection of randomly-horded-pack-rat items, that I have held so dear, is dwindling.
What is wrong indeed? I see the reasons and the why, even the ways we want to die, but what I do not see is purpose. Forgive me for ranting, but even if no one reads my writings, at least it will be known - if only by a machine. Though I suppose the machine would understand me best.
It is a terrible thing to say, but sometimes I wish, if only to wish, that I could just go to sleep and never wake up. That way, I would die in my dream world and not in this cold, unforgiving place. Maybe there, at least, I would be satisfied.
Though I do not seek it, I am denied closure. I want to feel that I have accomplished something, something that will fulfill my life goal, my reason for being. But it seems there is no end. And never having an end is something my mind cannot comprehend. Perhaps it is my mortal mind.
It is because of this that I am so tired. I do not see a point in finishing something if there is always something more that is never complete. So I sit here, typing away to this cold machine. Wondering what will be my next move, if I should have one; but which there never is.
I do not see a reason to do much of anything. Even the things I would enjoy doing seem pointless or too far out of reach now. It is not easy to feel sentiment, and even my collection of randomly-horded-pack-rat items, that I have held so dear, is dwindling.
What is wrong indeed? I see the reasons and the why, even the ways we want to die, but what I do not see is purpose. Forgive me for ranting, but even if no one reads my writings, at least it will be known - if only by a machine. Though I suppose the machine would understand me best.
It is a terrible thing to say, but sometimes I wish, if only to wish, that I could just go to sleep and never wake up. That way, I would die in my dream world and not in this cold, unforgiving place. Maybe there, at least, I would be satisfied.
Though I do not seek it, I am denied closure. I want to feel that I have accomplished something, something that will fulfill my life goal, my reason for being. But it seems there is no end. And never having an end is something my mind cannot comprehend. Perhaps it is my mortal mind.
It is because of this that I am so tired. I do not see a point in finishing something if there is always something more that is never complete. So I sit here, typing away to this cold machine. Wondering what will be my next move, if I should have one; but which there never is.
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Merry Christmas everyone
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It is nearly Christmas time, and I don't want to post this on Christmas because everyone will be busy I'm sure. Whether it brings one great joy or misery, this is one of the biggest holidays of the year and is not to be taken lightly.
I have many a family member to endure the company of this coming holiday, but I do not think I shall be very happy. I would rather enjoy the solitude of a quiet morning without all the quarreling and bickering. Of course, my family is old fashioned and insists upon these "get togethers" so I have no choice in the matter. Oh well.
At least I have the joy in my family's faces to look forward to once they open their presents I got them. I do so like giving gifts to others.
Wow, I sound depressing. Just have a Merry Christmas, lol.
I have many a family member to endure the company of this coming holiday, but I do not think I shall be very happy. I would rather enjoy the solitude of a quiet morning without all the quarreling and bickering. Of course, my family is old fashioned and insists upon these "get togethers" so I have no choice in the matter. Oh well.
At least I have the joy in my family's faces to look forward to once they open their presents I got them. I do so like giving gifts to others.
Wow, I sound depressing. Just have a Merry Christmas, lol.
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Woe is me, tired one of the world
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Woe is me, one who is tired of the world and the people in it.
I do not care for the rantings nor stubbornness nor pride of others. Somehow, it seems the meaning of life does not exist. I have been going down a path of understanding and found truth, and it is terrifying. The world cannot handle truth, because it is stubborn and prideful, and it will rant about it blindly.
It is no wonder we have not found happiness. We have the pure envisions of what we know to be true. But our humanity, and ways of life, blur and distort the truth. Is not in understanding where truth lies? And in it, the mortal guise of right and wrong? Even still, will the stubborn and prideful listen to understanding?
I may still feel pain, joy, sadness, anger, for I am still human. I have known I am human, I understand it. But when will the world realize this?
Perhaps I have never found happiness because I understand truth, not because I have found it. Perhaps I am alone, and loneliness breeds sadness.
I do not care for the rantings nor stubbornness nor pride of others. Somehow, it seems the meaning of life does not exist. I have been going down a path of understanding and found truth, and it is terrifying. The world cannot handle truth, because it is stubborn and prideful, and it will rant about it blindly.
It is no wonder we have not found happiness. We have the pure envisions of what we know to be true. But our humanity, and ways of life, blur and distort the truth. Is not in understanding where truth lies? And in it, the mortal guise of right and wrong? Even still, will the stubborn and prideful listen to understanding?
I may still feel pain, joy, sadness, anger, for I am still human. I have known I am human, I understand it. But when will the world realize this?
Perhaps I have never found happiness because I understand truth, not because I have found it. Perhaps I am alone, and loneliness breeds sadness.
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Cinnamon Rolls, OneManga, and Poetry
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I love Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. It's like a... well, to put it simply, it's like if rainbows and sugar had a party in my mouth. Yes, I ate one, and it was delicious. I'm pretty sure I'll have a stomach ache later from all the icing, but mmmmm sooo good.
In other news, am sad about the OneManga site shutting down. But respect to the authors and their work. They worked hard on their creations and don't want it to just be distributed throughout the internet without receiving proper paid dues. Kind of like if someone took a picture you made to sell, but people just make copies of it and post it all around the internet. That's not exactly the case here; I'm sure OneManga has legal properties about it. But the concept, nevertheless, is the same. Anyways, I know I'll miss it.
And yeah, recently, I've decided to post a bunch of random poetry that I've been working on. I know it's not exciting, but I find it calming, if not a decent outlet to vent how I feel about things.
Aaaand I totally want an Xbox360. Seriously, everyone has one but me D:
In other news, am sad about the OneManga site shutting down. But respect to the authors and their work. They worked hard on their creations and don't want it to just be distributed throughout the internet without receiving proper paid dues. Kind of like if someone took a picture you made to sell, but people just make copies of it and post it all around the internet. That's not exactly the case here; I'm sure OneManga has legal properties about it. But the concept, nevertheless, is the same. Anyways, I know I'll miss it.
And yeah, recently, I've decided to post a bunch of random poetry that I've been working on. I know it's not exciting, but I find it calming, if not a decent outlet to vent how I feel about things.
Aaaand I totally want an Xbox360. Seriously, everyone has one but me D:
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