Let’s face it, life isn’t worth living most days. What can you do about it? I’m afraid you can’t do much. It will cause you to try and escape from reality and then where will you be? Crushed without a place to go. Yeah, that’s the kind of consequences I’m talking about most of the time. So, why bother with it all? I’m not sure why I do most days. Wouldn’t it be easier to off myself? I mean who hasn’t thought about killing themselves from time to time? I know I have. It would be nice not to have these thoughts and feelings about my life. But I do have them and they won’t go away. So I must deal with them. There’s nothing wrong with that, I guess? Maybe there is. I don’t know for sure. So just allow it to be whatever it wants to be. If life wants me dead, who am I to argue with it? There’s so many things in this life that don’t matter. So many things in this life that do matter. I need to find a balance in between the two things and make it work out for me.
Well the weekend decided to come again. Not sure how I feel about that, well except for the fact that I enjoy the weekends as much as I possibly can.
Dog woke up on his usual time, darn bloody early if you ask me. But he's a dog, he doesn't quite get that it's the weekend and that he's meant to sleep in. Yeah something like that.
The cats on the other hand know that sleeping is good for you. I mean think of how much they tend to sleep all the time? Yep all of that for sure.
So dear weekend, I feel like just hanging out with you and having some fun. Is that to much to ask? Nope didn't think so.
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