Memo.

I am so out of touch with everything. 

Ok. Stop reading now. 

No. Read on, please. (I put this after writing the next paragraphs.)

My field of vision has narrowed, until everything is seen as a soft blur. 

My heart hangs heavy most of the time. 

I still don't know why. 

My emotions were my only asset when i was young. 

I would act on impulse. I would take advantage of them until i became cold and callous. 

This led me to my own exile more than once in life. 

It is (or was) a constant battle. I have no choice but to participate in life, so i may feel sane and to have purpose. 

I have been known to give all of my heart to the things i loved in the past, and have reaped it's rewards, and have been crippled by it's defeat. 

I have refined many things in my life and i am looking forward to the next phase of my life by teaching what i know, instead of making it up as i went along. 

I guess that was the answer i was looking for. 

And

that's

it.