There's a time in everyone's life where they question, "what's the point?" I've spent a good while contemplating that answer and in all honesty, I don't know. I once had this strong willed hope in the world. This thought that things weren't really as bad as they seemed. All for society to squash that hope like a bug.
I've somehow found a way to ease my conscience , some weird thought in the back of my mind telling me it was all going to be alright even when it felt like the world was shattering beneath my feet. Something that tells me ill be okay.
Not sure what you'd want to call it, but even though I still have my really tough days I've found a way to still have a decent day. A way to live when a inconvenience comes through. Which is pretty cool not gonna lie.
Anyways, i'm exhausted. night fam.
