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Entangled

I’m swarmed by emotions, thoughts, concerns, panic, fear, anything that could possibly be an outcome of what I’m thinking right now. The thing is, I don’t know what I’m thinking right now. Am I thinking of this problem I have within the mentality of my own mind? Or is it a problem within that problem? Perhaps niether but a seperate problem in itself, that I just have not been able to see all along? All these obstacles in my way, perhaps I’ll take my friends advice, and focus on removing those one at a time; it’s very hard to though, with new ones being shoved in more rapidly than I can remove the old ones.

Imagine life as having non replacable rope. The rope starts off unknotted, after time the rope gains knots and kinks in it. You try to work out some of the knots, but before you can do it more knots appear, and the kinks keep getting bigger. You can either keep trying to work out the kinks and knots, or you can move to a new, clean section of this elongated rope, only to ruin that section, and continue to do so until you run out of rope, and you have a larger problem than ever before. However, one way or another, the rope will run out, but you control the time at which it does.

…Sigh…

..In through the nose, out through the mouth… Hoo-sah. What was he saying before? Happy thoughts? Right. Here’s a good one: sleep.


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