Day 0454

When I was a child I said prayers every night. There is still the persistent feeling that I have someone looking over my shoulder, and that I should constantly be striving for something. I should be striving for happiness and goodness, but I'm making myself ill striving to be someone I'm not: conscientious, diligent, original.

I read through some of my old tweets. There is no room in my personality for others, everything revolves around me, my esoteric interests. I need to warm up back to humanity before long, I'm alienating myself too much.