Sitting here, staring at this screen, thinking. Tired. Just tired of everything. Yearning to not have to shoulder responsibilities. Yearning not to have emotions so that everything does not get to oneself. Yearning to be home, all this one thinking how one has taking things for-granted. Yearning to be at the many "omg-let-me-go-home" dinners. Work is the escape, studies yet another to bury myself. Materialism, how it overtakes my purposes. How it really takes me by the hand and it's all that drives me. Time, funny how it slows and speeds up like it's nobody's business. Learning, yet never seem to learn. Yearning to run, puts foot in front of the other only to trip and fall. The effing irony of it.

The many times one thinks of the choices and decisions made. The road taken. The many "what ifs" asked. Would it have really been better? Would it be different? Would I have been happier? Is it for the better? Is it just for now, these emotions, these times?

Yet another rambling that goes nowhere and leaves me frustrated.

Carry me, because I know all I need is You.