Sometimes, I wonder why do we even exist?? Scratch that, I wonder that always. Just born someday on a random planet that is rotating at a very high speed going somewhere and nowhere just like me.
No specific purpose in life. Struggling with doubt, confusion, and insecurity, I just can't figure it out. Have always been happy up until this time. Though struggling and slogging for marks, still I had a purpose. Now I just don't know anymore.
It seems as if by being so many options, I can't even seem to work towards one. My tears fall as I write this and let it all out. I know that tomorrow or maybe even after an hour or two, I'll go back to my work. But when this wave of sadness hits, it hits so so much.
Being average is just so very tiring. Sometimes I feel that why didnt god just send us done with some manuals. Why are we just left to our own devices forced to figure it all out? And yes, I do believe in god, cause otherwise I'd no hope at all.
