I did nothing really physical on friday saturday and sunday but at the end of each I've felt really tired. More tired than I've felt all year.

Its 9pm now and I've been struggling to keep my eyes open.

Maybe its the weather, but this is fatigue I didn't feel throughout the whole of SYF, as tiring as that was, its mental dulling, the simple lack of will to continue, its not like my body is breaking down due to over exercise (I haven't done any this week lol).

Its a lack of will to continue. Its like I don't want to be awake and I want to shut myself down.

Not cause my life seems bad, but I'm just tired.

I don't know why.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.