I am feeling extremely lonely tonight. It’s suffocating.
We all can’t have perfect lives.
I am frenzied with thoughts of complacency. Self-Satisfied with my current state, lacking the drive to proceed beyond the comfort of now. At 2am on a royal Wednesday morn, opposed to the frivolous lollygagging of watching animated film, tidying an unruly room, washing a never-ending pile of dishes — should I not be in the midst of a brilliant flow of thought? Nevertheless, yearning is what I seem to do, best. Not the actually step-by-step approach to accomplishing pragmatic goals. But the unrelenting chase of an abstract achievement. This yearning molds my complacency, someone like me is unable to deal with the overwhelming consumption of my desires. Thus, at 2am on a Royal Wednesday morn, I am complacent.