Saturday, March 31, 2018


I realized in order to "explore" out of your comfort zone, you have to have a comfort zone to begin with. My priority isn't to try anything any more dangerous, but to create a comfort zone. I look at the people on the street, and I suddenly realize they were all born with a comfort zone. A very big comfort zone. Their grandfathers paid the price so they can take it for granted. I realize I can no longer sympathize with some of them- even characters I found I could connect with. The pool is getting... yet smaller.

Am I selfish, Diary? Am I wrong? I will no longer ask for anyone's understanding, because I, I understand it's impossible. But I understand them. I feel them. And I don't accept this.

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