I'm isolating myself again. I fear I'm always running out of time, like I should spend it wisely. I don't understand life, why I'm here or what I'm supposed to accomplish, who to impress, who to be acknowledged by. Am I meant to discover something so surrreal, I'm too blinded to see by a clichéd lifestyle? I need to know why I breath, so I can persue my purpose in life, and succeed, rather than trying different.