Freedom without any purpose feels a whole lot like boredom.

The world is drowning in weirdness and lies......and here we are, so used to it that we're actually bored!

I wondered if the Demon that whispered "Why not be free?" was Freedom itself.

I have no idea what to do with myself. And while I wait for my epiphany, I feel the toxins collecting in my body.

Isn't it better to regret things you've done, than regret things you've never even tried?

Freedom without any purpose feels a whole lot like boredom.

Right now my life has an expiration date determined by my bank balance. Can I find something before my time is up?