standard 9 to five.
what a strange world. i feel like i am getting stuck in between. i am quitting my job end of this month and continue the things i planned for a decade. i do remember all the overflowing dreams i pocketed from experience. most of them are pointless but i rather pursue on pointless things that i believe in than trying to create a point. that kind of life is an insult for being real. i intend to convince the whole world now but not explain to them. i realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.