Change.
I feel it coming. A shift in the paradigm. A catastrophe, perhaps. It doesn’t matter what it is.
These days my emotions are overwhelming me. As if they control me like a puppeteer pulls his strings.
I’ve lost motivation. I sit here, wasting my time, posting my thoughts, and further losing motivation. How ironic.
The worst part about this is that even though I am fully aware of this drastic change, I am perfectly fine with it. This is probably a horrible thing to do, to fall into such a pit of sloth and slumber. I feel disgusted at myself, at my lack of control, and my failing willpower. I miss the old days when I had determination. A goal to work towards, or rather in my case, a danger to run from. That spark in your life, you know? .
It’s always harder to work towards something than to run from another.Why did I change into this slob of a being? Insomniac, nocturnal human. Asymmetrical existence. A train headed for self-destruction. My mind feels constantly occupied. It’s quite unfortunate that I have not been able to read my own thoughts since a long time ago.
Sorrow. Love. Worry. Anger. Happiness. It’s all the same damn thing when you think about it.
