Over the past few days, I've felt a weariness over take me. I am weary about something, something unknown. Is it my family members, who patch open wounds with bandages, or perhaps it is my new school schedule that has given me new teachers that I oppose working with. Maybe it is something deeper, where I am weary about the truth of life and death, and how my time of life is only as long as my atoms can sustain it. Then again, it could be the hopeless government that we have in our world.

My weariness, though unknown haunts me. It makes me feel suffocated and unable to breath. I can breath though. Quite finely too, I might add. However, still. I feel that I cannot grasp the root of this weariness, and as such I can only express what it is to others. It is the only real solution I can think of. Things like this cannot be held in mind and body. They'll fester that way, becoming more and more insane with every passing moment. It is good that I got myself to do this. Insanity would not be a good path for me.

*sigh* There is still something that I need to reveal to get rid of this. I don't understand though. What could it be? Where am I lying to myself? Well. I suppose I'll figure it out soon enough. I hope I do.

Thank you for bothering to read. Comments are most important though. A brick wall is equal to no comments. Do I want to talk to a brick wall?