overkillgi

As I stand entrenched in the depths of the precipice of eternal mediocrity. I find myself comfortable in the mundane repetitiveness of my daily life. I realize that as a human I should be ever striving for some grand goal just out of sight and yet I cannot. I am trapped in this perpetual state of self degradation that I cannot seem to escape. In search of companionship I've began talking to myself, listening, then talking back. Sometimes carrying on conversations that can last for hours. Have I gone mad? I do not believe so, nay, I believe the opposite! What is wrong with conversing with one who understands my ideals, motives, and point-of-vi