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Life is also nothing much.



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It’s 6 a.m. and I am sitting in the darkness of my living room. The sky outside is a dull red and the rain is falling. I don’t really know where I am going with this. I feel so distracted. My thoughts are random one-liners.

Recently, my lifestyle is totally that of another time zone - I am only going to bed when everyone else is going to school or work. To put it bluntly, I am leading a life with no purpose. Everyday is just another day, like the previous, like the next. I can’t quite describe it. I feel free (as in, freedom; as in, nothing much I have going on) but I also feel very.. stifled. I am bothered by how free my life is right now but I am tired everyday.

I don’t feel like I have the energy to change my life. I don’t even have the energy to deal with life. Man.

Life kinda sux.


tired and uninspired

— me

Absence, the highest form of presence.

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