As time went on i grew increasingly tired. The fatigue and stress were incredibly overwhelming it was slowly stacking over time. I chuckled at that thought it was almost like a game i thought. A game where the longer you live the more you suffer...
Nothing but a morvid train of thought useless and inadequate for a child my age or so my mother would say.
Having but a spec of Interest in anything that my life may offer I disinterestedly wonder of what people's thoughts are and how to their perspective differ from one another.
Although my mother wouldn't let me do anything that may affect my intellectual ability to perform at an academic level, she's not always there to watch after me.
It was at those moments that I was able to watch television. It was truly interesting to see cartoons and how creative they are. I wondered how people could come up with those.
Perhaps they were ingenious in their own way. Regardless, it was truly interesting to see those fictional characters and how their friendship developed.
I wondered and longed for the feeling of friendship, companionship and the so called "love" supposedly a mother is empowered to love her son regardless of appearance or capabilities yet...
I wondered how other children felt and how are they treated.
Having but mere seconds of thought to my self I was quickly prompted to finish my studies for the day before heading to bed.
It was incredibly difficult to live this style of life it was vexing not being able to vent after all these years of mental saturation.