You know, life is shitty. I used to think life had a meaning, but does it really? It's cruel. You're against everyone else. Including your family. Nobody cares about you. Not even yourself. Maybe that's your problem. You used to think you know where you would be in 5 years. But you don't. Your answer is completely wrong. You want one thing, but life has other plans. I've been wanting to write for awhile but haven't had the chance to in a really really long time. It's been a couple of months. Almost a year, I believe. I still ask myself, "What is wrong with me?" "Why am I the way I am?" Life has not been going the way it should be. I'm struggling emotionally and physically, but what else is new? I feel as if nobody understands me. Am I too complicated for people? Is that what it is? I feel like I'm drowning in sorrow and stress and there's no way to escape it. I struggle to sleep. I don't eat as much as I used to. I need a change. Something refreshing. Something new. Or something old but revised and better.
