The world seems to have been reduced to a drone these past weeks, since Vera noticed how i have begun to detach. i am desperately trying to hold on to whatever reason there is to live, and not just exist. i am turning into a robot set to simply finish college, join the labor force and provide for at least one sibling, and then die. Up and die, that's all there really is to it. Shit, now i said it. i can't settle for that. i need a major breather.
