Is it just me, or is time moving backwards? Everything seems to be getting worse, not better as it once did. I was once much happier and more satisfied. What happened? I mean, there was never anything traumatic that happened in my life. What's going on? I've learned to accept my fate and try to understand why it is like this. I choose not to worry about my life anymore because I've slowly understood that there just might not be any cause for worry, unless of course there is one that we as people don't realize and that we won't know in this life. Still, I seek no worry. ~Truth is what it is~
I haven't read books in at least four years. I haven't played video games in several years (something like 13 years!). I asked some people to add me on Facebook about three weeks ago, but I suppose they forgot. Still, no reason to worry. I've had dreams that I literally cheated death, for example by jumping off cliffs and nothing happened to me. Foolish I suppose but still, I worry that I'm not afraid of life enough because of such dreams. Ironically enough, if I was not alone with dreams such as this, then I would be less lonely, would I not? I can't decide if I prefer change, or I want everything to stay the same (essentially the entire world). It seems as though I've totally lost it. I have an extremely persistent imagination that is like the only thing that seems to remain.