L for Loss
I'm at the point in life, questioning everything.
Am I just existing? I'm alive and here but it doesn't feel that way.
How come everyone seems to be adapted to this world, am I simply not made for this world?
Why do I feel empty everyday? Is there a reason why I'm like this?
Am I a defective? Or is everyone like this?
I don't understand.
Questions keep flooding and the feelings won't go away.
Distractions can keep it away. Escapism is a great defense. But as time passes, reality is slowly settling in.
Reality is cruel, it seems.
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RandomStruggles. Excuses. Problems. Issues. Random shit. Something we all can relate. Essentially a vent book or a way to put everything in writing Plus thoughts and some theories. (beware cringe and teen stuff until you get to the recent ones) Some part...
