if i die and i'm allowed to take one album with me into oblivion, i'd take 'Currents'

i have not touched coffee since past 3 days and i can't even keep my eyes open, like when i'm trying to just even for a second take a rest by closing my eyes i start seeing vivid imagination.

so vivid as i feel like they're real, and i'm living it like a real dream. and when somebody pokes me i wake up thinking "tf that was a dream?"

chat am i getting schizophrenic?

4:44

"fuck it we bal." i whisper through the tears blurring my vision as i try to find the integral of f(x)= int(I) = sin²2x.cos³4x.6x².dx

if you can explain something does that implies it's not important?

some incidents makes me realize that i have become a total stoic from head to toe, if something crucial happens my next thought instinctively goes how to deal with it, rather how did this happen.

the only cons i feel is i'm losing touch with human emotions more and more with each day, i just cannot reciprocate the sympathy or feel empathy about something

if you have an accident, my response after analyzing you would be "It doesn't seem very much serious, however things could have gotten worse".

unless it really is serious

i used to think i was just bad at expressing how i feel, now i know i'm not bad at expressing. i just don't go to that path

does anybody even relate to the shits i write here?