weaving bundles of emptiness

okay, i'm speechless.
back to the state of confusion and uncertainty.

i like to think, but those thoughts never really get me anywhere, sometimes even leading me into further off, with them then being classified under 'distraction' rather than productive thinking. so, there's not really a point to do so, is there?
but i still wonder if anything i do could be right, if for once, all forms of consensus and contentment could be reached, without disappointment or unhappiness in any way resulting. but they say you can't have everything, and i guess it's true. while on the contrary, right and wrong could be self-defined. anyhow, feel like i need my bed right now, so i can cuddle up cosily and continue with my irrelevant thoughts and whatnots, about how i want to continue living and leading this life, my goals, aspirations and pursuing interests while wishing that whatever regrets present are just another horrible nightmare, which i ought to slap myself awake and out from.


urgh, lost the mood to do anything,
being thrown back into the depths of hell.
spare me.


contact time anwys; another torment yet again.
ciao.