Unsynchronized

Sleep deprivation = depression. I seem to have a penchant to drag as much hrs as possible out of each day.

Maybe it's the momentum of tots accumulated during the day, and all so eager to be conceptualized at the end of e day/nite.

Or maybe the exact reverse: wanting to find something meaningful to put a fullstop to an othewise uneventful day.

Watever e reasons, today i feel so out-of-sync with the world. They're mugging, i'm nonchalant. I look at ppl studying, i noe their purpose bt i cannot relate to their motive for their fervour.

In the canteen, empty save for a few muggers, i feel so at ease... and so tired. A mundane, monotonous existance was somehow suddenly appealing. To just stone there.

I would live the life as orthodox society defines it, just to be able to enjoy another life. Bt as i become more immersed, these both worlds start to divide. One becomes more independant, detached and isolated from the other. It forgets which is primary, which is secondary. Tt one is a parasite, and tt its excessive indulgance is sucking the life out of both.

I hope to balance my priorities rite. It's more gratifying to succeed in both work and my own projects than to succeed only in one.

The clock's ticking; wont be long b4 another day ends. How should i spend it?