The Perceiving End

Supposedly this all shouldn't be this hard. Supposedly.

You get born, you grow older, you study, you work, you love, you give, work some more and you give some more before you ultimately can't anymore.

This book, I suppose one could call it, discusses all that, but incredibly dramatised.

For this constant sickening feeling of pathetic desperation. For this nightmare of a daily life. For this illusion of an routine. For this comfortable discomfort.

For me.