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At what point do you decide to change your life? When does the adventure get too much and you decide that the days of misspent youth should now end? 

What happens when you lose interest in the supposedly important things in life? Sometimes I wonder who decides what is important. Sometimes I don’t want to get out of bed to face the day, but it has to be done anyway. Sometimes I break all the rules just to find there’s no punishment, only guilt. You play with fire, maybe you get burned and maybe you don’t. Maybe you escape with no burn but the memory of that pain sears your mind, etching images that cannot be wiped away with time.

What is morality? What is it that people do during the day and they can still sleep at night in peace, who are you to judge them? I feel like I just need a break from my life for a while. It’s moving too fast and I just can’t seem to catch up, slow down dear life! It’s a slippery path we ride, with nothing like a pool of water at the other end to contain your splash into nothingness.

When thoughts plague you at night, when you can’t sleep until the 5 o’clock alarm goes off and your mind can no longer sustain the body’s demand for rest, when this happens any night, sober or drunk, then you know that perhaps it’s time to change your life.