Binge and Purge

To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.

 

That seems to be, simply, the way things have been this week. If it weren't for the want and wonder to know what the future holds then there would be little reason to continue onwards. Instead the urge to sit down, and watch life fly by, undisturbed in personal solitude would be overwhelming. It's hard to tell if it's depression, or extreme boredom at this point.

I don't know if it's a testament to human will to live, loneliness, or maybe curiosity that gives so much will. One day I'll be able to look back at these times and think; yeah, that was nothing, and I'm still going. I think we'd all prefer that instead of; wow, I was a little bitch. 

Only the years (if survived) will tell.