I'm sat alone in the dark,
Ofcourse I would be,
Not having much of a life.
It's comforting yet terrifying,
I have nothing but the dark.
I'm in a state of saddness,
And I'm in a state of happiness,
Is there such an in between?
I feel incomplete
And suddenly I want to do nothing,
but quit.
Why is it that out of nowhere you could finally be happy and content with life after so long of loathing the thought of even existing, and suddenly, feel the need to, simply, die again?
Ofcourse nobody would notice that this is what I think about on a daily basis.
Because now the only talk we hear is about relationships, or college, or work, or nothingness.
I personally feel as though, it's all nothing.
Everything is nothing.
Nothing is everything.
As depressing as it may seem, wouldn't it be true?
We're just humans, and what are we even meant to be here for?
I plan to travel. But after that then what?
I don't want an office job.
I don't want a desk job.
I don't want to work on papers all day, or have to deal with media that does nothing but spread the lies of others.
This is probably really annoying, everything I've said.
But if you read above. ^^^^
These were only my 1:00 a.m. thoughts.
