I've lost all motivation to do anything and everything.
Life's such a perplex and confusing thing that sometimes it just drains everything out of me trying to figure out what exactly living is.
Do you live to other people's expectations so that they can be happy but you sad,
Or do you make your wants and needs the first and see everyone around you flustered and disappointed whilst you're basking in your own happiness?

I'm thinking so much that I think my skull's going to split into two right now and then I'll need stitches for that, too.

Or do you live because it's a process that every living thing has to go through?
I really want to know the answer but I know there never will be one.

"Do not follow paths others have treaded on but instead start your own"

People say forgive and forget,
But how do you ever reach the state of forgetting if forgiving was already such a stranious task to undergo and excecute?
Your friend eats your sweets you've saved up for for a week.
Everyone says to forgive and forget.
You know you can forgive her,
But that memory, that action she took,
You won't forget it, right?

And that was a small scale example.

Philosophers should really be tested to test the logic of their statements.

All in all,
I really don't want to face reality because it's a big, motherfucking ugly monster that'll reach out and break my neck.
xoxo 11:40 PM