Elevator straight into my skull

it seems everything has spun out of control, leaving me overwhelmed, crazed, and it is safe to say; i've really gone off the rocker.

S T O P

Destructive?

So, i seem to have found a cure to this so called self paralysis.
but with cure comes consequence; at least for me it does.
In art we received a sheet, or stencil, to aid the lack of inspirations. The sheet was a questionnaire (if you will) of self reflective questions (oh joy!) so there we sit filling out the sheet with complete and utter bull shit.
except for i, who can't seem to wrap my head around the point in even giving out something like that when one knows that all one will get out of the question asked is nothing but sugar coated, hollow, half truths.
Then again one must to pointless things to keep one's self occupied, sane, etc.
or maybe nothing is ever really thought through, we know the outcome, we accept it, we don't search for a point to everything because we know we wont find one, because there isn't one, and the world goes on.

---------------------> steer away from the truth, though.

when you know what you are doing is only going to fuck you over in the end, but you do it anyways, when you continue see no future and only a present, when there is no better way to describe what you're doing than self destructive, when you don't care.
when you're astrid hall.
when you forget who that is
when you steer away from who that really is
because there is no point in finding her.

(no photoshop, no time, no inspiration, no care)