What is this?
I’m still trying to figure that out.
Is there even a right word for it.
Maybe I’m just over analyzing everything.
Maybe I’m wrong and I didn’t pay attention to the fine print.
I’m holding on to nothing. How is that even possible.
I’m running on a tangent. There’s no substance in my rant.
I’m cluster fucked, but I’m not trapped. I see the end but why do I like to wallow in the darkness.
I say I’m alone but I never really was. Now more then ever, having absolutely nothing I can truthfully declare I am alone.
I’m traveling life solo.
Whats wrong with me?
Whether its all or partial I have everything. Why do I still feel unhappy?
Am I just telling myself that to keep a certain mindset. OR am I really unhappy?
What is happy?
I surround myself with awesomeness and keep busy with things that make me occupied. But do these things really help avoid depression?
How long have I been like this?
Have I always been this pessimistic?
Have I always ruined things that were nothing but wonderful in my life?
I love hard and I love carelessly. I am but myself and I am a selfish person yet the things I find myself doing are selfless.
I care way to much for something I don’t even have.
Or have I always had it and now I just don’t want whatever this is anymore?