I always had a mind that brewed up a storm.
Always looking for the meaning in everything and becoming saddened at the realisation that there isn't usually any.
The world can feel so empty and yet so full of meaningless little things - little instagram pictures - little mouse clicks - infinite tapping of a keyboard - another this, another that. It's easy to feel like you're not contributing towards anything.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not get up. Turn the phone off, ignore the mandatory things. Just to feel like life wasn't so mundane.