Every once in a while everything feels empty. Sometimes it feels like your heart is getting beaten up, sometimes by others, sometimes by yourself. What are we really in this world for? I just think about that often, not in a depressed way. Just a thought. Because we are driven into doing and feelings things. We are broken. We are human. And for what? What is it all for? Doesn’t it make you terrified? Of fulfilling your life based on something you never will truly get the answer of? Honestly, I think I’m just hurt. Hurt of all the things that has happened to me. I keep longing for answers or maybe I am just longing to find comfort in never ending questions that the world keeps firing on me and I on myself. I keep pouring my soul into things, people but it becomes blurry. I feel afraid right now. Broken. Terrified. I feel I’m about to lose everything. But what exactly did I own and did I not lose in the first place?