My mind has been very occupied with a lot of self-less thoughts. Thinking about everything that goes on in my life, trying to make the bad days turn to good days, I find myself in a daze. I don't know if sorting out my life is something I need to do since my life already seems straightforward. But, on the other, no one can be completely happy with the life they're given. Perfection is not possible.
I remembered there was a time when thinking was a pleasant feeling. Now I just want to keep busy so I don't have to think about it. The time will eventually come if you really want it.
note: I need to get away. Away from everyone. Away from myself.