Floating.
...and I don't know where to go. Ugh, I wish there was something concrete to move from, something more convincing.
Hm...Sometimes I wish I didn't care and didn't have a conscience, or that my life was black and white. But, what kind of life would that be?
The indecision and confusion is rather unpleasant. Maybe I'm just not ready to move, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't move. I don't even know that. I keep on digging holes for myself. Impulses. Control. Where to draw the line? what about logic? abstract emotions? Oh boy.
Floating.
I hope I don't drown.
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