I've screamed for help before and it helped. But not till later. much, much later. I don't know if I have the time to wait any more. And I don't think there is a quick solution (don't want one) The world works for me and against me. Should I be happy with what I have? or yearn for more? Do I deserve more? and how would that affect what I have? Or am I fooling myself by believing that I have any say in the matter Maybe I'm losing touch. I don't care any more About a lot of things. People. Work. Life. I feel like an array of nulls. Pointing nowhere. Relying on my own momentum the inertia of the moment Carrying me along the path of least resistance. Numbers. Formulas. Predicitons. Forced, lying non-laughter. An approximation of reality that I believe exists Somewhere, outside of myself.
-TCS