a confirmation of my insanity
How does one deal with things that are never meant to be? Should one keep trying, leave things in the trust of a greater one, or just simply quit? Why do I have to bother myself with such thoughts when I have long made up my mind concerning these things? Why do I have to keep thinking twice when plain thinking just seems to make me all the more stupid? Damn all these questions! They are making my head throb as hard as drum sticks against drums.
I feel so confused. I am slowly becoming more of a romantic every second, and it is starting to make me sick! I am feeling so much attachment to things, I can no longer decide which ones are logical. I find it more difficult to think and focus a lot of the time, and every day that passes just cannot seem to stop taking away the little strength left in my knees until they deserve nothing other than painful amputation. I feel so old, yet so rejuvenated. My mind can comprehend absolutely nothing, and yet everything makes complete sense. Irony is becoming nothing short of a best friend.
It is official. It is confirmed. I AM GOING NUTS!!!
I just had to get that out of my system. It has been bothering me for quite a while now, and it has been taking, at the least, a couple of hours of my desperately needed daily sleep. I have decided that my sleep is more important than ironic thoughts. Thus, my readers (if there are any) should be left to suffer by trying to digest words that make no sense at all.