The days where I find solace in my being are growing fewer and further between; a circumstance I did not think possible. Then again, they say nothing is impossible. I guess that's not always a good thing. The stupid thing is I don't even know why anymore. I used to know; now it's just a jumble of shit and I'm caught right smack in the middle trying to waddle my way out of tonnes upon tonnes of crap. Maybe I'm just bored, though I don't think that's the problem; or maybe I'm just tired. Tired seems plausible, actually. You know those days where you wish you could go to sleep and never wake up? Life, right?
I think of myself as a very simple person. I don't ask for much. It's not that I keep quiet about things that I want; I just genuinely don't want much. Did anyone ever tell you that contentment is good? They told me that crap too. I don't think it's true. Don't ever look for contentment. When you stop striving, you drown in your own stupid thoughts. It's not healthy. Self reflection is bullshit. People who are upset do things to make themselves feel productive. Guess why. Here's a hint: thinking about life is a mother ______.
Did you know that your mind pays attention only to things that interest you? It's because your senses are so overwhelming that if your mind processes every single detail it is given, it would overload. Guess what I pay attention to. Nevermind, I'll tell you: more or less, nothing. That's how much I care. You must be bored of hearing that by now. It's a recurring theme here though. Sorry.
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