Realistically, nothing is going to change in any major way and I’m indifferent to that realization. I think I’m content.

It’s like sitting by a window and watching the world pass by. I enjoy watching the world pass by.

I’m a silent observer. I might play a role, but only as part of the audience. I’m faceless, yet always watching. At this point, I’m not even sure if I truly want to be seen.

Yet I don’t understand myself. My desires, my feelings. I feel detached from my inner self.

I can observe everything except the observer.