2014.

and still empty.

people can probably see that i am not ready for anything.

i dunno. i'm just not motivated for anything. i don't see where passion can get me. and currently, i'm not really enjoying life either.

it's just not much of a cause. we all die anyway.

i'm wanting to perish when i reach my 27th year. and it's coming close. i'll be 26 this may. so that's... 1 year 5months and 27 days more. that's not long. (is that calculation correct? i think so.)

right now i'm just wanting to curl up and cry, and then wishing that someone would appear and hush me to sleep, cradle me in his arms protectively, and just be there. just be there, is all.