Ich habe über eine Filme gedeckt.

How I became too mature for my age. I can't enjoy things anymore, I was too curious to know. Now I know too much. Knowledge has caused me sorrow. Nihilism has crossed my path several times, but still I have found glimpses of meaning in my life. Still I struggle to enjoy it. I feel terrible when I find myself enjoying life. Is it because I don't know how to or I haven't found my own way to enjoy it. I now am a lover of gloom more than I was with happiness. I took that one text too literally. I call myself a hypocrite because I find myself judging people for the wrongs I myself have done. A never ending cycle of self hate. I see myself in others. Sometimes I try to brush it off.... I am human Afterall. Lions eat meat, the cow has her grass. Man can't be unique. But I still find man, not unique; yet Again in a complex manner. I tried to understand man, I thought I'd finally understand myself. I couldn't, I saw this in itself a vanity not worth the pursuit.