Although this does sound cliché, you really do only have the chance to live once.
The thing is, are you actually living?
Do you look at each day as a routine?
Because I can tell you that I do the same damn shit every day.
I wake up, go to school, head home, most likely play games then sleep.
The only motivation I have is for school because it's been instilled in my mind that if I don't achieve excellence on my report card, I'm a failure.
Perhaps, it could be that I'm lazy or because I have two partners in crime in my mind; doubt and emptiness.
Doubt persistently invades my thoughts, never failing to evoke the idea that in the future I'll never belong or the fact that I'll never become something brilliant.
Emptiness swallows all emotions I feel, besides sadness or numbness.
It teases me that even though happiness is flowing out of people, I can't sense the same positive sentiment they exhibit.
My body reacts to contentment as a sickness, it always ends up ridding it from my system.
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Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted
PoetryEnjoy your stay! note: not all these entries are about myself, some are written in the perspective of someone else.
