Summers almost about to end and i still haven't figured out as to why my life, all of a sudden has led to a path where nothing makes sense anymore. Its a point where you realise how important things are and there's nothing you can do to get there and put yourself out there. when you burn too many bridges all you are left with is a hell lot of ash and no light on your road ahead. Everything you plan on doing tomorrow will basically never happen.
Its not pretty its rather chaotic and tiring but that's how i have felt for awhile now. I'm not sure any amount of sleep is good enough to get out of the monotone of being tired, it's basically become a part and parcel of me. this post has literally become like a diary entry and not really a blog post, and i didn't really even understand the difference and this again leads to more burden of the tiresome confusion i've put myself in. The only solution to this might just be going to the mountains and living with monks, and maybe even that's not going to be much help.
maybe i liked being stressed. when i was at school i didn't have time to breathe or to admire the things around me but at least i felt like there was a purpose to my existence. As much as i love isolating myself, i also hate it. when i'm alone i start digging a mental pit for myself and that is anything but healthy. i think if everything stopped, if time stopped everyone in their tracks, like they were frozen in time, maybe then i could really just breathe.

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