After everything I've thought, everything I've tried to figure out, and everything I seek to understand there are very few things I know about myself. Mainly that I am fragmented. My mind has, gradually or in cyclical stages, undergone such entrop that I'm dull. I can't think straight. I think practically in curves. Curves that loop around and around and come back to the same thing that I'd forgotten over the course of the swirls. I dunno, comes with being a paradox. And what bigger paradox/oxymoron is there than a Romantic Nihilist? Maybe fragmented is too elaborate.
I'm just plain silly.
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