It’s become humorous to me – my carousel of activity.
I can catch myself before the fall, only to let go when the moment actually comes.
I have no issue mapping out problems before they present themselves. However, as reckoning hour approaches, my discipline shatters into a million crumbs. What used to be a solid slice of bread turns into a molded out piece of loaf.
Feels like a few horrible weeks of my life, and for so many different reasons.
I feel isolated, alienated, alone.
Not just separate from my friends and family, but from myself – from who I used to be, from who I thought I was. Sitting at the bar, waiting for class, killing my brainvells scrolling reddit to kill time…I feel like I’ve lost sight of my purpose. I used to be so motivated. I used to…
Out on the way of the carousel; a roundabout passage to who knows where – I’ve given up trying to detemine.
Got a crew in the kitchen, but rolling shallow in the living room. I’d rather go to bed.
Two-forty-seven in the morning and I’m thirty-two years deep and there’s more than two people in the house; but my whole thing is how long can I last –
It’s 2024 and I find myself at Bob’s Bar with a pining for writing as opposed to more endless scrolling…reddit has been the main culprit, and I need a reprieve for my mind.
A lot has happened since I last updated this blog. It’s been over ten years! I honestly forgot this even exists. I think I will try to return here in an attempt to organize my thoughts as I navigate the world.
