as the night wind blows, my thoughts drift from the possibility of me suffering from depression, to how nice it'll be to not have all these responsibilities and just live life in the countryside.
I just feel so tired. So alone. Maybe it's the unacclimatised exhaustion from climbing, or the stress from all that's going on. sometimes, I keep asking myself, why am I working so hard? for whose sake? Or am I just caught up in the system. Programmed to do everyone's bidding.
I want to be alone to think, and to wallow and cry. But I still want someone to be there for me. Conflicted.
>recorded: thoughts in motion
I just feel so tired. So alone. Maybe it's the unacclimatised exhaustion from climbing, or the stress from all that's going on. sometimes, I keep asking myself, why am I working so hard? for whose sake? Or am I just caught up in the system. Programmed to do everyone's bidding.
I want to be alone to think, and to wallow and cry. But I still want someone to be there for me. Conflicted.
>recorded: thoughts in motion
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