I feel like I'm withering away in every aspect of life. 

A profound feeling of boredom and disinterest. 

I want to hear a new story from someone that I know. A defining moment or an antidote from their upbringing. 

How long can a passionate person go without any passion in their life?

It's like I'm just floating along. It would be nice to actually feel a sense of belonging. 

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Eyes and hearts rolling
rolling so organically
a squeeze
let me squeeze you hard 
so that you'll know how I feel
a nod
a smile
a dance
a kiss
it's a new year 

When did this stop being a therapeutical outlet? My creative inspiration seems to have degraded with the years..... all I have is those poor ripped out pages from my various journals. what a mess

are we destined to be controlled by technology? why are we so greedy for the next advancement? I shouldn't be surprised that humans get off from personal achievements, especially in tech.... it can be exciting, I get it. I get caught up in it too sometimes but it's horrible at the same time. I'm ready to escape and start my commune in the wilderness....

When I read something like Mr. Penumbra's 24 Hour Book Store, I understood it but still, it scared me. Is there anyone left to enjoy the simple things with me?

People want me to have a plan but they don't really seem to like what I give to them. But I am a little worried my focus is too adrift on my own....

When will someone tell me that I am a wide eyed girl who got it right?  I don't need to hear it now but sometimes it seems that it will never happen, that instead I must a live a life of disapointed ties.

to write a song
is many men's greatest achievements

Is it a matter of time?
Can it ever be a matter of time?

I didn't realize how much I loved my independence.

pride

I'm just laughing at the amounts of unfinished blog posts. When did my mind become such a scattered clusterfuck?

Oh, but it's all about pride, isn't it?  It always has, always will be. At least I've lost so much of my own! The only problem with that is that it tends to shove itself in my face when I talk to other people at any possible moment now. I didn't realize how unnecessary it is and how much it exists.

I've recently found joy and freedom from writing unedited and poorly construed thoughts into a real notebook. It takes away all pride.