Sigh.

I hate moping , and i hate people who wallow all day in misery.

But its hard to hate yourself at 6 in the morning when you're both physically and mentally exhausted but yet your mind refuses to rest.

I've been watching independant short films all night and it does nothing but refuel my faraway dreams of putting my scripts into action.

I can only wish.

Sigh.

If i were to cave into my innermost selfish desires now , i would disappear from this stifling little country , away from everyone else . Away from all my commitments and responsibilities. At the snap of a finger.

To be able to run without worrying that you might knock into someone else.

To be able to run without worrying that you're trespassing.

To be able to run without worrying about the next ERP gantry , and that your cashcard has sufficient $ to be deducted.

I am being slowly smothered to death.

This feeling of detachment.

Sigh.