The books pile up on my desk, but I lack the strength to read it or at least to read the time that I set myself. Again and again, I must say that I rarely manage to formulate concrete ideas to read the books. Whereas there is some thought there are, but it often fails due to the minutes. Maybe I've long ago with the meaningless garbage that you infect days after day has to consume, and have thereby become dull and sluggish mentally. The stay among men is associated with nausea and disgust, which I have no words to describe this feeling. The need to achieve not only a spiritual loner existence, but this act out on the social level and fall back to the complete isolation, is growing. to exist, the idea just really, if kept away from other people, take a large space in my head. The desperate Looking for a kind of peace that there are now not likely. If the outward calm enough to find an inner peace? Probably not, but life would thereby be more bearable. These thoughts are very dependent on my current mood, but they take a place in my thoughts and keep cropping up. The change in mood or displacement by natural and unnatural resources would probably also mean that these thoughts disappear. I am powerless against the former, because I am my environment comes largely, but I oppose the Second strictly off because of my inner conviction.
