Nothing to do so I'll just post the shit out of my blog.

I am impassive.
Indifferent.
Unmoved.
Detached.
It is all very irrelevant nowadays.
It's all very predictable.
Why do people strive so emphatically to stick within a routine?
What is so good about the palpable?
Whats so good about waking up every day knowing your exact timetable planned out in front of you, knowing where you will be in 2 months and 1 year and 10 years and exactly what you'll be doing for the rest of your life?
Sometimes I feel as if life is not enough.
As if life will never be filled with enough life.
As if I have to seal every ounce of my being with more of everything, as if I constantly have to be occupied, constantly have to be hoarding with new ideas and new dreams and new experiences and more, more, more.
Its as if I have to be justifying my life every second of the day, like I'm writing an invisible list entitled 'things I have completed to prove how good my life has been.'
what is a good life?
a good life is a life where you dont give a fuck whether its a good life or not.
if we have to be thinking about whether we're having a good life or not, then obviously it isnt a good life at all.
Thinking is conventional anyway. you use it so often it gets threadbare, stale.
decrepit.
its all decrepit.