i'll just live here forever

maybe the ascension will be aided by the internet? we can just ascend right out of this hideous crappy bleck bleck bleck. but it is not the actual world itself that sucks. or maybe it is. it is existence which is inevitably rife with tribulation. the reason i take lots of pictures of myself is to see what i look like and i never can see myself. i always think i look like a hideous monster. maybe that is how i feel half of the time. it seems like so much effort to be 'good.' and is it worth it, really, afterall? to deny oneself?