I hate life.

I want to be ignorant, like before.

it felt so much better.

I’m sick, and don’t feel like getting involved.

I want to not want to stay stagnant. 

it’s ironic, we get to make so many of our own choices in this life, but fulfilling life is not a choice at all, you have no other choice but to work until you’re fragile, then just maybe you’ve made an impact. otherwise, the only thing you’ve ever accomplished fully is debt.

I suppose the only thing there is ever to do is age.