Unrestricted Literature

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It's so fucking hard man. Being sane all the time. Always doing the things I once loved and discovering how I no longer loved them anymore. Trying to find another reason to breathe. Another reason to keep going without knowing the destination. How shitty you've become. How many lies you've told. How blank is no longer a word. When all you do is sleep all day because you feel and express more in your silly dreams. Those dreams that you can't remember the moment a light flashes in your eyes are usually the happiest. You've felt that huh? Yeah? Describe it. Why are you so silent? Why can't you just be grateful? Why? Huh? Is it because you don't feel enough worth? Is it because other people have gone through worse? Is it because of a boy? Is it because you've grown into an insomniac? When will you grow up? When will you get over it? When will you stop blaming everyone and everything? When will you stop relying on a drug? When will you start doing better in school? What will it take to make you normal again? What happened that hurt you so much? What do you mean you don't know? How can you be so selfish? How can you do nothing all day? How can you even feel pain when life is so good and fit for you? How come you haven't been noticing your eating behaviors? How can you not want to die, but not want to live either? Where has this pent up pain been all this time? Where did you find the time to waste your life away? Where did the love in your heart go? Where did your faith in God go? Where did your talents go?