the road has never seemed longer. long and winding, it goes on and on and on and on and on.....etc. but yet, in the end it all flashes by so quickly, but it is the daily slowness of the moments that really get to me, the slowness of time as it passes ever so quickly. the monotone of daily life, the steady onward march, the journey which began in sec 1, but still not yet completed, though the end looms near in comparison.

expectations from all sides, as are expectations from within, strive to outdo one another. funny how i sometimes lapse into bouts of sadness for no clear reason at all. would you call that a mood swing when i doubt i have ever really felt happiness in a really long time? what really eats into me: why does life seem to consist of only school. school no longer revolves around us, we are but the lumps of rock that orbit the planet.

even escapism wouldn't work when the fact hits home: humans are indeed the most dangerous of all the organisms that inhabit the earth.