Sometimes i feel that my time has been takin for granted... and of course, sometimes i feel that i've taken time for granted.... this confusion, this constant use of time, spent on what I want to do, what I feel like feeling about, what I want to feel, and what I feel like doing all doesn't seem to lead to any sort of ending. Just a bunch of open ends.... its like if you took a string... bundled it to a bunch of other strings and then cut it in half and looked at all the loose ends... and while you look at the ends, you try to find where they lead to... which would normally be the other end that you cut from.. and well, i guess that could be considered an ending, just to create another sort of question... but some could say that you're just at the beginning.... which would also just make you start over on the same endless quest for some sort of gratification.

Anyway, i find myself yet again in another recurring similar position, that I'm not so much caring about....