Is it normal to be this lifeless?
Sometimes I wonder what my purpose in life is.
Do I exist just for the sole purpose of my parents conceiving me, or is there a deeper reason?
If there is...what is it?
I envy those people who have each other. Who's purpose to exist is for each other.
Am I not worthy of experiencing that kind of life?
Is my only purpose, to observe other people having the life I want to live?
But anyway not that it matters to me so much.
It doesn't.
Deep down I don't want to experience anything close to being in love.
I don't have the capacity to care for someone, especially on my mental state right now.
Everyday I always hope that I won't wake up from sleeping.
That's how I'm so done with real life.
Every good thing always comes with a bad thing.
It doesn't matter how you'll solve the problem. The feeling never goes away.
Maybe I will only truly experience peace on my deathbed.
