The Attack is Repelled

Hmm. You know, a strange thing just happened to me. Angst was raging, I was infuriating myself, life had once again got to me. And then, I watched a relative tragedy (Moulin Rouge, to be precise), and somehow it made me feel better. It wasn't sadistic, it wasn't vindictive, it was... inspiring. Blame the good ole Romanticism that rooms with Nihilism(they've got their pros and cons, you be the judge there heh). The sandpaper that had been rubbing continually against my heart has faded to a low scratch. I'm not cured, but for some reason it's bearable now. It's not quite a feeling of peace, but it's lessened the rage and fatalistic futility. At the same time, it's reinforced my resolve to do absolutely nothing with my life. Ironic, I suppose. And although I'd originally intended to delve into that abyss tonight, my mind seems to be drawing a blank (and it's a very good artist in that regard). Perhaps later. Next time. Always waiting until next time...