Listening to Rolling Stones - Paint It Black

I have cursed myself. A long time ago I suppose I cursed myself to prevent myself from ever enjoying life. This is why I can't dance or fall in love, or live life (to its fullest). Others take up self mutilation and suicide. I just cursed myself.

My shyness only harms me now.

Six billion - most of them are suffering.

In every form of government, they insisted, there would be an Inner Party. As if we all just want to be O'Brien.

Why did I stop writing? Maybe my thoughts were not coherent enough. I couldn't stay still with the idea at hand

Dream. I have seen the problem. The solutions for humanity's problems are ours to create not to be given. The reason a higher being doesn't manifest himself regularly is threefold. One: for the independence of the species, Two: without faith there is no being, Three: free will.

Too much is required to sacrifice to solve humanity's problems. It's awfully hard to give up luxuries. To fall below one's minimum comfort level.

Unwritten. Unnoticed. Unsung. Unheard. Welcome to data oblivion.