Existentially, life has no meaning; human purpose is to exist until our ends. Death lacks tragedy.
I admit that it is totally possible that the reason I so strongly grasp the concepts of existentialism and nihilism which feed the invincibility complex, might be because as an adolescent, pre-mature death is undesirable. This outlook, I have discussed many times.
What caused me to bring this up is a recent night a shared with a group of people. My friends--individually--each are personal disasters. It is fucked up. Together we are a support group and enablers of hindering coping methods and defective resolutions. I just typed out all their profiles listing their personal imperfections which piss me off. What a bitch move on my part. I'm not posting that. The point is that we are teenage girls with major issues.
Self-mutilation is a touchy subject. You give attention to those who do it because you know they need it but how do you help without enabling? And what sucks more is seeing the copy cats cut themselves up as well. Their intentions I don't know. I've approached it and turned the other cheek so many times its like a choreographed dance.
Way personal. Identity?
I digress. No apologies.
I have been commended for my bluntness, but I also think many people are intimidated by it.
At least I admit that I don't know. I know that things are fucked up, beyond belief, and I have nothing original to say about it... (SubUrbia)
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