Dear
Friend,
I am
sorry to hear about the inconsideration from your friend. I hope him a speedy recovery from his changed
demeanor and you a great birthday in which you deserve.
Today is
one of those days where I’m sure as a fellow INFP seem too common. Yes, today I feel rather blue and would like
to write about it.
From the
time I wake up, to the time till I give in to sleep, I come to same conclusion
that life is pointless. It seems rather redundant;
to feed this machine with varied inputs when regardless the output is always
fecal matter. I guess I’m sort of drawn
to the tragic melancholy of love and life.
As an idealist, I tend to envision
perfection, thus I am entertained with the inevitable disappointment in
seemingly every circumstance.
This
makes it seem even odder that I am so compassionate about world change, striving
so hard to make pointlessness more pleasant for everyone. I admit care so little about myself, and not in
a heroic selfless sense.
I am narcissistically
withdrawn from society; I feel that most people have nothing legitimate to
offer me. I am so easily empathetic
towards all walks of life, yet deep down I feel that everyone is too imperfect
to deserve anything including myself. Though
I still love with all my heart, and would give affection to anyone if only to
get a smile in return.
I
sometimes feel my whole purpose is a contradiction within itself, but then I think,
that life does matter to some people and I want to make it better for
them.
Sincerely,
Tales
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