I drown, among the flux that is life itself. Breathing becomes hard, because with each and every breath I took, I live a little, and I die a little more.

It really doesn't matter, which road we go; we walk down the same path, and in a few years time, we will meet, at the ultimate destination.

People seldom speak of insomnia as a thing in which one suffers from. Instead, they say that a person "has" insomnia, as if it is a thing of the will.

In insomnia, one doesn't just suffer from a lack of sleep, one loses the ability to slumber, to abstain from consciousness if only for a moment.
One is trapped in one's awareness.

Indifference, the cure to all ailments.

Another silent day, without a soul nearby. I guess I can live alone for a long long time.

Really, when is the last time I can talk my heart out without bumping into an obstacle

Misunderstanding, that's what life is, one pile of shit that leads to another. People always make assumptions on how the other person is without even attempting to truly understand them.

Every time I try to argue with a person, my thoughts are laid out to counter what the other has to say. But my mouth moves as though it is made of lead, everything comes out incoherent....
I hate talking.

One does not simply say, "Nevermind, tomorrow I can finish my assignment."