done.

i love my kids and adore them to the core of my being. but i'm just so dead inside these days, almost like i'm just wasting away, i guess i've just been through too many heartbreaks to care about any relationships of depth. i just pass by peeps with a jaded perspective. i've relinquished reason and sense to anything because it hardly applies to humanity anyway.

i just want to function and fulfill for one last year and then i'm really done here. i've already prepped myself and all arrangements to go by 43. i think i've lived enough. it doesn't feel like i've a purpose other than to finish up. so well, that would be indeed my moment of final reckoning and peace.

namaste