Hello.

At one point when you've been plagued with mentally agonizing contemplations about whats in store for the days ahead and how you've got absolutely nothing figured out and all your strives are lackadaisical and halfhearted it grows numb. And how you're surrounded by these faces. People you've known practically half of your life but you cant fully grasp the idea of their existence. After awhile these people turn into strangers. When nothing seems to be off or remotely close to a graying cloud but you've been struck with a cognizance of growing intensely nonchalant and each day struts with an aggravating antipathy towards all else. Like how the little things are insignificant. But nonehtheless the apprehensiveness for whats in the future remains solid and untouched. That particular qualm is constant.