i'm lost, but i ain't so sure i want to find out where i'm supposed to be headed.

i'm lost with regards to why i do what i do anymore, especially in the activities that once meant so much to me. i think they still do mean quite a bit to me, but i question why no longer as much. maybe i should just stop questioning.

friends are probably the best things that have happened to me, and at times like these, i don't know why i no longer want to talk about anything to anyone anymore. for now, i'm contended with typing this crap out here, listening to slower but nice music, get a good shower, and then hide under my quilt to 'sleep'.

is it my refuge? why have i been reduced to such waste? well, taking into consideration that i was never much of an accomplishment to be proud of to begin, who am i to complain.. maybe i'll talk less, much much less, and run more, much much more.

smile, i wish i could do that to you, whoever 'you' may be. it's hard, but it's not impossible. it's not.
i know things, yet there's much more i don't.

and yes, i do still love.
night.