This is the problem with freedom.
Sorry to burst the bubble.
On one hand I wish to have studied philosophy… On the other, I am blessed to have not!
Though it’s getting harder and harder to keep those books closed, and faster and faster to spiral into… You know <3
I don’t know how to live anymore - as in I don’t know what I’m suppose to be doing?
I ask what do I want, and then I wonder if this is the question I should be asking.
It’s all rather silly and fragile.