circling spinning in my room, afraid to leave my apartment, afraid to see the world right out infront of you. What am I to do. Years of journals wasted on the same thoughts. Still i cant figure out the maze, still im lost inside the haze of my mind. Dont care about anyone but myself and I. Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. I cant sit, I cant sleep, I cant do anything I like or wanted to be. Im past my prime, lost my touch. Whats their left in life? Nothing but circling the same fucking stuff. 10/16/25/ 2:34am