Verwandlung
New Member
- Jan 20, 2025
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hello, i'd identify myself as the image of "diverse", the perfect portrayal of a broken clay vase among pristine iron jugs.
good afternoon sasu, nice to meet you. i'm just shy of 19 living in southern italy and i hate every ounce of human interaction. this ideology all started because i lost my dad to liver cancer 4 years ago. it was hopeless, even if my mom was acting all tough to "save" the family. i stood out from everyone i knew because of how i was living. then my aunt passed away 5 months later. i was unfortunate to see my grandmother fallen ill and struck with intense grief ideating her own suicide. i felt emotionless and to this day i still am. i'm a clay vase, broken beyond repair. everyone else around me is an iron jug, impenetrable and with the same values. i believe us clay vases are toyed around by iron jugs. they can hold it in, while we break down in tears. everyone is so brash, so hateful, so annoying. personally i'd rather live a hermit lifestyle, just run away from this cacophony and enjoy life by myself.
ideology aside, i do like philosophy, photography and videogames. i'm an existentialist kinda guy, and my favorite authors are kafka and dazai. you can somehow relate to them, y'know?
i'll vent some more soon, i'd like some company with other clay vases ^^
good afternoon sasu, nice to meet you. i'm just shy of 19 living in southern italy and i hate every ounce of human interaction. this ideology all started because i lost my dad to liver cancer 4 years ago. it was hopeless, even if my mom was acting all tough to "save" the family. i stood out from everyone i knew because of how i was living. then my aunt passed away 5 months later. i was unfortunate to see my grandmother fallen ill and struck with intense grief ideating her own suicide. i felt emotionless and to this day i still am. i'm a clay vase, broken beyond repair. everyone else around me is an iron jug, impenetrable and with the same values. i believe us clay vases are toyed around by iron jugs. they can hold it in, while we break down in tears. everyone is so brash, so hateful, so annoying. personally i'd rather live a hermit lifestyle, just run away from this cacophony and enjoy life by myself.
ideology aside, i do like philosophy, photography and videogames. i'm an existentialist kinda guy, and my favorite authors are kafka and dazai. you can somehow relate to them, y'know?
i'll vent some more soon, i'd like some company with other clay vases ^^
