not sure if i am heading for a depression...

feeling bit hurting. confessed some dark secrets (aka "one way ticket to Transnistria") to my closest ones. Getting back to that point in my life makes me bit shaky.

I just feel vulnerable. And tired. Of all my existences, current and previous. Old soul feels old. Trying to find some meaning... but not sure if meaning is not mere collective delusion. Maybe deities are trolling on us. And watching as a reality show.

Anyways, trying to find some spark. Quests to self-discovery seem to trigger me. I wish I had job already and could be in Prague already. At least there's more lost souls there. At least I'd have the tragic history to cling to. Maybe I would find Franz Kafka this time around. I am sure he is hanging out somewhere still. Or at least I'd be in damn city, anonymous with access to distraction, heh.

sorry if I don't make sense. Just letting it all out.