I've reached one of those much-written-about junctions in my life where, after spinning in circles in an attempt to determine where the fuck I am and what the fuck I'm doing, my concious mind admits that I'm either living a lie or a complex illusion. I don't count said admission as an epiphany because: 1.) I don't believe in epiphanies, and 2.) epiphanies presume a positive turning point of utter clarity, which is clearly not the case, here. Exactly what all of this means, I'm not entirely sure. My intuiton, though, is to think this the calm before the storm. I sincerely hope I am wrong.

Current Mood: Pensive as all get-out.