Initials.

The weekend is over, yet I have not done anything with sense. I hope this made sense. I feel like I am hopeless. There is this thing that I want to do which I cannot. I cannot because there are certain restrictions the world imposes or maybe those restrictions are in itself inherent. Some thing beyond the realm of my control. For whatever reason there is I never thought I could think of something as I did today. I almost did it in fact. If it were not for the different things I considered I have almost done it. Shame on me - the same old selfish and inconsiderate me. It is I think the very same reason why I think of things that must be done by someone who is on the right mind. on the right mind? I hope I still am. I hope I do. There are just so many things that kept on bogging me. With all these things I feel lucky because I still get enough sleep when in fact I should not be getting such. Things in this world seem so unfair. Well, at a certain degree, it really is. It made me comprehend less how and what life is. It made me so small, so minute to be considered even by the most special people in my life. I have not really made sense about my life. I am hopeless. Hell! I am just being paranoid.