I became purposeless and am too lazy to write my new aim projects. I am where I am sitting but where am I going? Where have I been for the last couple of years? Myself is getting away from me. Or I guess I'm at the final part of this process. Why am I not afraid of death? Because it hasn't happen to me? I'd like to die. My motive is not suicide but new experiences, real life.
This world isn't making me happy. Something's always missing. As if I'm somebody, but I'm not that person. I feel like I have to be that somebody. I can't become satisfied. Always this longing for something I can't figure out.
It's like there's this shield around Tokyo. I can't see the dreams I used to see.
I want things to happen at the very moment I want them to.
Who am I? Why am I this 1001 characters at the same time? Am I acting? Am I fake? All these exhausting questions, since I was a child, to which I've known the answers.
Turkish is my favorite language.
Reference: Esoteric knowledge
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