Its 2:14AM in the morning on a Saturday.

Respite after one fucked up week.

Every time I am at home, I just get this wave of sadness.

intriguing ain't it.

am i able to consider it a relief? or rest?

Hahahahs. Maybe.

Sometimes I wonder, what the fuck am i doing?

For once, someone said whats on my mind. And it came from the most unlikely source.

A source that I feel is dismantling my mental health somewhat.

I realized I'm just deluding myself.

The one time where everything just became clear and I made so many revelations,

was the time when the truth was exposed, and I was in tune with my brain.

Because it seems my heart is pretty much useless.

Thanks for opening my eyes anyway.

As I said before, some good actions seem to have an interesting backlash.

But thats alright right? hahahaha.

regardless its 2:26am now, nothing's happening.

Time for bed.!

Off I go!