What's the point in living?
I ask myself this question at least every other day and I always have something to answer it with.
My mom.
My dad.
Kayleigh.
Sarah.
Ingrid.
My cat.
Annalise.
Angie.
Leah.
Curiosity.
Pride.
Future.
Love.
Feelings.
I always have something to answer it with.
This leaves me wondering when I won't have an answer.
It makes me think if I'll run out of answers.
The things in my life that make it worth it are there every single day and I take them for granted.
One day, I might not have any of those answers. My friends could leave me, my parents will die, I could end up knowing what I'll be doing every single day, I could never fall in love.
These are such good answers, but when will they not be enough?
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Non-FictionExplaining everything that you need to know about myself and my books/stories ( I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT TO CALL THEM! 'bangs head on table in frustration') Basically these are the inner workings of my mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've been ke...
