Crawling in
Crawling in always gives me energy
Crawling in always gives me energy
Life's default
'The true kernel of life is gone, and nothing remains but the hollow shell' I feel like a robot with nothing inside No kernel No purpose No soul Only trying to find coping material endlessly As an empty robot
Living the secondary world in autopilot mode, with my mind primarily living the primary world Living the secondary world 'to the fullest', analyzing, optimizing, paying attention to every detail, squeezing the brain I lean towards the former but am not entirely sure the latter is worse as of now
Should I, or we, be happy about it? Realizing a truth, when the truth is that there was no such thing as direction in the first place?
there's nothing to do in life With less seriousness, there's something to do in life With less and less seriousness, there's more things to do in life This makes things complicated
spineless snowflakes
will be lost in time like tears in rain
Elaboration is less Research is far less