Sometimes I feel confined in life. Certain times I feel like I want to abandon this life to start a new one. No, this is not the final letter but sometimes I think what if it is? Sometimes in life I feel servitude, like someone above attached me to twine and makes all the moves for me. Yet I make the decisions. Sometimes I feel so unaware of this confinement that when I come back to the real world it disappoints me. I have a vivid mind and a chance to live in the world I created attracts me. There are fine times where I enjoy my sentence, and like books I read, I’m eager to turn over to the next side. There are also the times where all I can do is turn over because I would like to leave the enslavement, but there’s forever a voice that tells me tomorrow will be better, and not to close the book yet.

(I am not a danger to myself I just wanted to be philosophical ;))