My life gets more and more superficial nowadays. I hardly think, and I don't bother to. I've stop wondering what the road ahead lies anymore and I lost track of how long I've been root to the spot.
If life were to stop this second, it almost feels like I don't have any more unfulfilled dreams to hang on to. Days come and go, but what did they mean... I don't really know.
There's nothing I'm really happy with here, but there's nothing that I can be bothered to change either.
I wonder if I'm just resigning to accept life and people for what they seems to be. Or rather, perhaps I've just stopped pinning hope for change. I've become so numb and expressionless towards everything that scares me sometimes. And I am annoyed with it. Anger is just secretly accumulating by the minute, waiting for a chance to explode.
There's nothing more that I want now than to be ALONE, not having to explain myself for just one day. Such a simple feat it seems, but you have no idea how impossible it is to accomplish.
