Who’s the weirdest of them all?
My extremely strong grip on reality find itself stretched far, but apparently not far enough to break anytime soon. This time of the year is always one of contemplation. There are lots of external milestones that somehow triggers my own mind to render an outlook for what has occurred and what has not.
I hate this time of the year. I really fucking hate it.
I probably hate it even more because the past couple of years has really been nothing but a downward spiral into oblivion. Everything looks all right on paper, but underneath things remain a chaotic mess. I am no longer sure what I have really lost and what I have really gained in the recent few years of my life. Maybe I need some time to evaluate what it is I’m actually trying to accomplish and why those goals remain unmet. Since I’ll have a few extra days soon, I should be able to delve into this further when my mind is more clear.