; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Monday, 11 October 2010


i sit here in boredom and fatigue induced purgatory. every day is the same. there's no excitement in anything that i do. this isn't coming from an 'i'm a teenager and my life sucks' sort of perspective, but rather one that contradicts all the possible reasons for staying alive. i can't justify my ability to wake up each morning.

how do you recharge yourself from being absolutely and completely mentally exhausted?

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