i have nothing to write here. everything is a mess inside of my brain and i'm using old techniques and expecting the outcome to be different. do we ever learn? i think not. at least, i don't think i ever will.
i don't think i'll ever find true satisfaction until i do everything for myself. Until i cut my ties and count my losses. But, at what point does that become easy? And since there is no right or wrong and no greater destiny, then what am i doing anyway? Will life always be so confusing. I envy those who see it as a playground. I'm merely an observer and i write. how completely broing i am.
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