Idk...again...again???
WARNING: DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE DEPRESSED...
There's a tiny voice in my head saying I have no purpose. And as I continue to live, the voice gets louder and louder. And eventually, I believe it. But I know that I do have a purpose. It just doesn't feel like that.
My heart hurts from feeling left out and abandoned so many times. No matter how many times they tell me they love me, I'll always truly want more. And I know that makes me seem ungrateful and selfish, but I can never get enough. Because in the end, I still feel like I'm only 5% of what I should be.
What am I truly doing here? Am I just existing? Helping the rest of the world destroy our planet? Am I figment of imagination or just another human being born in August?
I sit here crying wondering why I am so selfish. Wondering why I could never feel satisfied. Maybe I don't deserve to be happy. Or satisfied. I know there are millions of people who would rather have my life. And for that, I feel selfish and ungrateful. Maybe I'll never truly be satisfied. Maybe I'm supposed to learn to enjoy what I already have.
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Behind The Computer
RandomBugujifi...not a word. I know. So I've decided that I'm going to be writing my feelings like this is a diary. Except, it's not. It's an easy way for me to get some stuff off of my chest. And to be completely honest, I don't really care what you thin...
