This has to be the most useless post of them all. I get irritated by everything around me. Nothing seems to be going right. In fact, whatever could have gone worse, has. I fail to explain to myself why I am sulking. All conversations are useless, forced and random. I believe that random is the most random word that people keep on using (abusing?) randomly.
The world was never meant to be my oyster. There is so much that I could have done. There is so less that I have actually done. I feel guilty. I think I am insane. Wow, some people are of the opinion that insanity is cool. It never was. It never could be. Why should it concern me in any case?
It is disturbing. But I still enjoy a sound sleep. Perhaps everything is not that bad then? Or am I too lethargic to bother? I can't concentrate. I am the laziest person that I know. I can't possibly better myself there. I am good at something, it seems. When was the last time I was the best at anything? I think I must celebrate, by happily biding another day doing nothing. And revel on the kindness of time. Time is very kind. No matter what you do with it, it just passes on. And then I start sulking again.
I want to disconnect myself from everything. Just like every sentence in this post is.
(Do not take me seriously)
