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I don't really know what to write, only that I am inclined to do so when sleep eludes me.
I prefer to express myself using my own words, but the immortal words of one Maynard James Keenan sum everything up so completely:
"How can this mean anything to me, if I really don't feel anything at all?"
"I choose to live and to grow, take and give and to move, learn and love and to cry, kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie, hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through."
Head down and pushing through. I don't have faith in a lot, but I have faith that I will come out the other side.