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Monday, February 20, 2017

Some days are dreams you can't wait to wake up from. Days like this, it seems the only way to wake up is to sleep.

All want is to sleep. I want to sleep for a week, not talk to anyone, just shut my eyes and shut the world off for a week. I want to shut down. Complete silence. No questions. No voices both real and imagined telling me what I already know (1) I'm irresponsible (2) I have no idea where I'm going (3) I'm disappointing (4) the voices are right.

And worst of all - (5) I'm unhappy. Not sad, just not happy.

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This is not so I could make sense of everything. If anything, that would hint a desperate act of deus ex machina. Simply because such a bold move would require guts, and as of the moment, I have none. If memory serves me right, I last saw them swimming in a bowl of excrements. Happily at that.

THIS is so I could attempt to make sense of now. This trivial “today” that I know would prove to be monumental when age would catch me in a rocking chair waxing nostalgic over this one moment in my life - a scene straight from a mumblecore when nothing seems to make sense.

In reality, this blog need not be explained. It was simply conceived on whim. Nothing else.