Don’t tell me the meaning of life is to live…If so what is living by your standards? What makes you go on every single day during every second. What does that make me if I can’t stand a second I breathe? A second I’m thinking?
I feel as if my existance isn’t a mistake, but out of place. Like I don’t belong in this time period. I know the world would keep moving for you if I were gone. I also feel that allot of this madness would stop as well. When I do think […]