6.11.2016
Two more months to 2017 and I cannot apprehend how much I've accomplished through the past year or rather how much have I not done (the endless bucket list add ons). I'm stuck in a realm delusion of both weighing the pros and cons of my doings.
I don't really know what I am doing sometimes and this feeling bites me right into my soul. If I try hard enough, monachopisis is the closest word I can find to describe my emotion as of now.The things that I speak of wanting and the actions I took to accomplishing it. It's nothing more than a spectrum of unforeseeable steps of uncertainty in my later days.
Time and time again I amuse myself with my incompetency.
I probably plan too much and do too little. Urgh, I think I'm just exhausted and I probably should sleep all these emotions away. Goodnight my little kittens, thank you for being a part of my life, even the speck of dust I refuse to claim back of being. I thank you for being part of it all.
This chapter that I somehow went to recap, the emotions, the anguish. I need to put an end to it.