God. I always have too much to say. I'm going to try to keep this short. Busy. Empty. Blank. I'm a mouse in a wheel; just running. Not oblivious to the fact that as I run I go nowhere. Yet I run. I heave and I struggle and I run and I watch as the scenery around me remains static like a painting. The only thing changing is me. Nothing stays the same. I am in constant flux. Yet things in my world do not change, despite the endless potential that exists in my atomic composition. I, We live in a world where each time we turn our heads we could find a new world, yet we continue to create our future based on what we have seen in our past. Stop it. Just stop. Get out of the wheel. Climb out of the little glass tank. Just stop it. Just kill yourself, Ashton. You are broken.