Throughout the years, the only thing that I have been constantly slogging for is to fit in the system. 23 years have passed by living to fit. On another hand, it feels quite lame to think that most of my life feels like I have spent it inside of my head. Thinking all the time, overthinking almost all the time, it's not something I would have wanted to do when I think about it practically, but then again its something I couldn't have been able to avoid anyways. It becomes even more interesting when I think about it this way that hey all this while I really did not want to do this, like why would I want to just keep thinking things which are meaningless and that too I'm destined to forget them in a couple of minutes or in a matter of few hours anyways. Was all this thinking irrelevant? If so man I am laughing right now, cause I feel doomed. Doomed of my thoughts? Well ideally yeah that's true. How does one classify something as meaningful or meaningless? Does all this spent time makes any sense? I really don't have an answer to that, because I feel I am not in control of what I think at times. Thoughts are formed and I experience them, my actions seems voluntary, but who is volunteering them really? I just keep rallying through experience which I don't really get to choose from. Can things change? Why am I looking for a change, is it for my inner good really? or just another form of unquenchable desire of social validation. What I'm really tiered of is: living my life in my own head, a life of assumptions. I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume, I think, I assume. And that's it. There's really no "act" in all of this, living a life of assumptions.