I'm hitting the edge as you have said.
Hitting the wall between lost and found.
The wall is simply open air.

It's odd like I'm extremely.... Confused. I can't tell if I'm happy or if i want to die. I think I'm going crazy 0_0

An awesome song has a line that goes "he can roll with the punches so long as he feels like he's in control" which basically sums up my insanity.

The punches have been coming all along but i've known that i'm in control. I've lost that control. No more airbag.

I guess that's all folks.

Later days.