Last night's nightmare got me. It really starts to inch toward my sensitive spot. I'm mentally suffering in sleep. 24/7 it is, then.
I can't cope with this duality and paradox that I find in too many concepts and objects.
Also, at the same time, I find that nearly all of the variants I like in the world have been taken away. They're no longer viable options.
I really don't like the direction it's going. Maybe I'm the one who can't deal with change very well. I just hate this direction too much. There are still parts of reality I cannot accept.
The world is hell for certain idealists. And I still believe that I'm not asking for too much.