Current reads: zero.
There is absolutely no time, no time, no time. I just want to go away somewhere and not come back ever. If I could live my life again, what would I hv changed? I am the sum of choices made. But.
I am making no absolute sense. One of these days if I were to read this all again, I would be flummoxed by all these allusions. I feel dead inside. Not dead dead but deadened. As if I hv less faculties and capacity to live. To laugh. To let go and dream again. Yes, series of shattered dreams. Broken to the core. Rigor mortis.