I've been thinking about it for a while now,
And.... I'm not really thankful for anything.
Sure, I'm glad I have a house, a family, "friends", a girlfriend, and a best friend.
But all these things are thrashed because if there is one thing I'm not thankful for is being alive.
My purpose is empty, it lacks meaning to it anymore.
Everything feels like empty time, an empty cause.
It seems as though everyone I tried to pull up from the edge simply dusted themselves off and jumped over again.
I hate feeling this way.
I keep looking at everything and I still see nothing.
I'm not sure what I'm fighting for, if anything at all.
Hopefully the day gets better.
-Rafael
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