Just venting it out

Just get over it. Do what needs to be done. Think about the consequences later on. Because that's what I do.

And then I sit and cry over what happened and how should I have thought about it before.

I'm caged. I'm exhausted. I'm longing for an escape. Now matter how it looks like.

I want to run away. I want to hide until it all is okay. What I want is peace. What I want is eternity. What I want is love. What I want is lust. Well I want it all. And at the same time I want to do nothing at all. Sleep. Unconscious. Sweet dreamland.

What is life meant for? What do you finally have to achieve? Riches? Knowledge? State of mind? What do I freaking do with all of this?

So not in mood.