Thursday, August 8, 2013

The hardest thing

This posting has nothing to do with art, but is more or less a thought of sorts. The hardest thing in life to deal with is the realization that everything you've ever been taught, believed in, and convinced to be true, was not only a lie, but never had any ground to stand on. What's even harder than that is you're convicted that nobody you talk to can fully understand the impact of what you're going through. There's an island of loneliness ... and it's isolated from everything and everybody.

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