My Common Thoughts.

I don't get it. Why am I so... pointless? Why am I so... useless? Why am I so utterly worthless? You know, I oftentimes muster up so much effort and courage into believing that better than the person I was yesterday, I'm better than my worst mistakes, I'm better than my biggest failures. But I become so insignificant at times that I might as well not believe that I am any of those things.

Hello there, I'm 'the Earthian'.

I'm at that point where anything I do can only be an improvement to my previous self, yet I also constantly keep surprising myself by achieving never before seen poorer versions of myself. Just when I assume I couldn't go any lower, I find brand a new level of desolation. It's like I carry a spade that can keep digging no matter what it faces in it's path. Wonder if I would be able to keep that up if I ever choose to climb up; climb up no matter what crosses my path, climb up no matter what stands in my way, just climb up, period. Because I seem to have established my ability to keep at something, even though the direction is clearly and emphatically pathetic. Ah well, I can keep ranting on, but you know, nobody deserves this negativity.