Besieged by the hurricanes of my mind.

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 I often find myself stuck in an endless cycle of scrolling, 

a habit that seems to have taken over my life. 

It's like solitude is my only solace, 

a place where I can escape the constant noise and meaningless conversations 

that I've grown to detest.

I'm haunted by this idea that I can change the people around me, 

but it's like trying to control a hurricane with my bare hands. 

Every day, I try to reinvent myself, 

but it feels like I'm pushing a boulder uphill, 

never making progress.

I have to admit, I've become a pro at procrastination. I stay up late into the night, defying the very essence of time. 

My mind is a battleground, overrun by irrational thoughts that keep me hostage, never letting me catch a breath.

I'm overwhelmed, consumed by an insatiable hunger that devours everything in its path. 

The world and its people feel fake, like an unbearable masquerade, and I yearn for something real.

The way people act around me is like a chaotic symphony, a dance of ever-changing masks 

that I can't endure any longer. 

Their sudden transformations are like earthquakes, shaking my already fragile world.

Yes, I admit that I know I have my flaws. 

I constantly doubt myself, lost in a sea of confusion. 

I feel like a puzzle with missing pieces, always pondering but never finding peace.

My life feels like an eternal torment, 

a storm of thoughts that never lets up. 

I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of introspection, unable to break free. 

Honestly, I'm just fed up with this miserable existence.

~Amanat