Shit.
I do not feel welcome here. I cannot type any longer. I've reasoned out art. I've reasoned out poetry. I have to struggle to stay awake. This is no good. I don't known what I need, but I know what I want. I would like an influence over my life. I do not feel like this is a panic attack, nor an existential crisis. This is more an exhausted resignment. I feel off. I do not want my prime motivation for life to be guilt. There must be an idea, a movement, an action that will draw me from bed in the morning, that will not be distracted from, that will not be forgotten, that can be felt as a pulse. Need be found, please.