Infatuation is a binary of selfishness and obsession, in fact it is the furthest thing from love. It is cruelty to introduce the counter actor in this misleading emotion.
Life is not as good as it was promised. It is melancholy.
Solitude is the only honest prospect of it and investing in anything else will lead to failure and a downfall of naitivity.
I don't know what I want. I don't know what I need. I don't know what I love and I don't trust what loves me.
Life is a selfish routine, oh get me away from reality because this idealistic shelter I've created for myself is about to cave in.
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Giving into technology
...Constantly relocating is starting to add to the wear and tear of my journal pages. So to avoid misplacing them, I've decided to finally maintain a blog with my personal entries from past and present experiences-travels, emotional roller coasters, moments of ecstasy, moments of emptiness/confusion and finally facing the realities of reality.
Thanks for reading, though sometimes journaling on impulse can make no sense
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