I really want to write the many thoughts that consume me, but i never find the time to do such things like sitting down with my thoughts and writing cos i never have the time.
Life as an adult disgusts me. Work and money, all anyone can ever think of.
My life is a constant replica of daily chores and activity. I have unknowningly stepped into the norm of society of how women and in general, human, end up being.
Strangely, i find myself contented in this day to day life, though i do wonder when the day would come till i pack my bags up and leave. So typical me. Being unable to stay at one spot for long.