IX To X Grade!

Just a tired old cliche…

I’m 23 years old and just waking up to the fact that I will never achieve what I thought I would. The person I am now is so vastly different from that smart and talented 16 year old with so much potential.

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does anyone else find people working -- poring over texts, focused, eyes locked, brains turning, passionate, dedicated -- incredibly attractive?

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes from Underground”, tr. by R. Pevear and L.Volokhonsky

I'm terribly sorry I can't "match your freak."

Would you like to match my gnawing urge to be perfectly logical yet utterly mad at the same time, instead?

Love, C.Ven.

There is no great genius without a mixture of madness

-Aristotle

I'm Richard in the way that I always feel left out but im Raskonikov in the way that I push people away whenever they try to hang out with me

Just starting to work on a large pile of pending work...

...while listening to this:-

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?