i loath the days when i don't want to touch existence, but must. all i wish to do right now is sit and shed this old skin smothering me. i need silence. i need solitude. i don't even want to hear my own breathing. though i cannot cease anything, and have a full day of work and interaction with entities entering through the ringing doors which tirelessly disgust me. i loath the waking. i loath well near everything currently. i need to part this place already. enter a new body. a new land. my patience is waning, as is my spirit. i need the altered scenery and fresh mindset. here there is too much reminiscing stinging. reminders everywhere. ghosts everywhere.