The things I do. I wonder why would I do this.
I don’t know why I’m so hopeful about you either. I’m like a little girl. So pathetic. But I just can’t, not right now. Two weeks. Funny. Because that’s the deadline I gave myself with “her”. Almost worked out. But. Who knows. Maybe it would have.
I need to focus. I get too lazy about a lot of things. Not put in enough effort. I just don’t feel like I’ve really gave my 100% in anything I’ve done in a long time. I feel that I could do so much better. I just need to put in the effort.
I don’t know what I’ve been doing this year. It’s going by so fast. I wish time could just slow down for a moment. Let me capture my thoughts. Gather my self. Figure out myself. Figure out what I want. What do I want? I can’t really think of anything. Not just the superficial or short fleeting desire. What do I really want? “Five levels of desire”. What is my fifth level of desire?
I wish I made the effort to go out and meet people here. But what’s the point?
Nothing just seems interesting anymore. Everything has become so bland. So plain. How long has it been. Just following the procedure. Doing what you’re supposed to. I thought I broke out of the cycle but here I am, just stuck on a different one.
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