the piece of styrofoam...floating happily by.... shot down... M16 style... pain... for a moment it was like how they have described in books. life flashing by. how it started. what went wrong. and current state. which did not quite feel wrong. till now...
then it was no more pain. just a numb floaty feeling. aimless.
fighting to come back is difficult. tiring. pulling yourself together when you have been torn apart into a million pieces. every piece seems to be going in different direction. even more difficult when you don't know if you want to come back. when it is so much more easier to just float away (though it was much more easier to float away unaware that you are floating away... floating away fully aware of your state is a different story...)
aimlessness kills. kills the soul.
msg. take stock. select direction. move. msg received.
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wow... pretty deep. Everything ok?
yea. still alive...
just got some pretty direct, accurate, kinda constructive criticism...
knowing it's true is one thing. knowing what to do about it is one other thing. actually doing something about it is...
dunno ler... tired.
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