:: thoughts overflowing aplenty ::

hello everyone (whoever you are, sharers of the life of Isaac).

a very warm hug and welcome to the life of an idiot who has turned his life topsy-turvy, but does not seem to realise it. Isaac is officially lost in a world of his own. He often thinks he is a superstar and talks far too much, mostly at the wrong time, in a bid to attract attention (probably because he's an only child who grew up kinda lonely). He is getting old, and finally, knowing that that is a fact. He thinks and tries to be creative, but since his army days when he wrote relatively good plays (he has been writing crap for the past two years), he is, yup, well, been in a little in the dumps, reaching a big writers blog, not having inspiration to write a good play. Maybe it was during times of innocense when he could write freely without any qualms. Nowadays, he has met too many people, and known too much things, encountered too many experiences to write without any constriants. He is also a person who is very free about expressing himself to the crowd, friends and relatives. Once the reserved, conservative boy he was, oft too afraid to speak his mind, now, he is a little on the edge of flamboyance, being out loud and proud. He takes care (pretty well) of himself. And he is definitely not afraid to love freely. He does not think the society at large is an obstacle, and thinks that living a life worth remebering on, loving with full force and power is of utmost priority in a world where you never knows what happens tomorrow. He also, unfortunately, has no proper control of his wealth. He spents like there's no tomorrow (too) and often overdo it. Despite numerous warnings by his highr authorities, he have yet to "woken up" to the ultimate idea (which is probably a dead end). He needs to be horribly shaken up to wake up (his bloody fucking) idea. He knows somehow he is in quite deep shit now with some corporations with sky high (to his considerations at least) bills which he has no idea how to pay off, but there just so happens to be a kind soul who he loves and loves him, using ways which are actully quite inappropriate to sooth such financial wounds, comforting him, and making him feel filthy guilty. They have chosen to term such a procurement "love".. Oh well. Probably because it IS blind.

Isaac is settling into a systematic, monosyllablic, monotonous lifestyle since the recent exams were over. He seems to be just wasting away. He seems to have great plans for a wonderful month ahead, with almighty leading the way, but due to certain restrictions, unfortunately once again, he can only set in to the mould (hopefully not turn mouldy by the end of the next month). He does not know how to venture out of his comfort zones, to make himself be known, to be a person with achievements which is believed to be obtainable by his young man. He needs to be brave, to stand alone in the storm, and be ready to weather it through. He desperately needs a breakthrough.

Can anyone help him with that?