I found meaning in the everyday and lost sight of my goals. I kind of strived for more while not really wanting anything at the same time. Quite the contradiction honestly. Now shes calling again and texting again and my mind is racing and everything is paramount once more. Maybe I need her or that feeling in general to bubble up and swallow me whole. Judging by the horizon there’s not much hope for me. 27 looks like my resting place if I let me tell it. They take these threats on life as jokes, but their not. Subjugated thoughts leave a grave impression on the mind of the self conscious so please be mindful of your dreams.