Tired and uninspired

Everyday is a routine. Work, sleep, run, work.
I've realized that despite being surrounded, I don't have anyone to confide in. My pride in stubbornness yields to nothing and no one, not even my reluctance in the issue. I crave rest and time for myself in these endless days.

My survival and sanity is attributed from artificial highs of caffeine.
This is my life and this is depression settling in.

Ummm...

I have come to trust nothing but seclusion. What a terrible condition to be so indifferent to my own thoughts and feelings, that which of the second is non-existant; with the exception of anxiety. This happens more so than not. So then what issue is there to resolve?... Being a passive bitch? Frankly, in such a state; I've clearly no motivation to do so.

Mmm, whatever. This could take a while, bare with me please.

Blind and Lost

This past week I've felt myself slip away as stress and new anxieties settle in. I'm sassless; unorganized and frazzled.

It's as if my eye sight ceased to serve purpose and I've managed to wonder into a forest where I aimlessly stumble and reach for anything familiar but I've grown weary and this discrepance exists merely to indisposes of my conviction.

Mostly, my gaze falls to the floor, entangled in thought; completely oblivious to the world around me and then I come to realize that I am beyond bewildered. I've done so randomly for an hour while typing this rant, it's no wonder why my neck has been so distressed.

Sometimes I wonder if my distorted perception is shared... I hope not.