Have you ever wanted to escape this world and simply die or get away from it? Yeah, that's how I feel at times. I don't know what to do about it. I need to see a therapist or something. I'm on medication, but that doesn't feel like it's doing enough for me. So I have to figure out...something to do about it all. I don't know though. It scares me. I'm more than scared, if I had the ability to understand what was going on in life, then I could do that. But I can't and that simply seems that life is going to blow up at me in any second now. I wish I could overcome these thoughts and simply make sense of it. Whatever happens, I need reality to be real. Does that make sense? I'm not sure it does. I doubt anything ever makes sense to me anymore. But that's okay. It'll be okay in the end, whenever that will be. If it's not the end, it's not okay yet now is it? No, I didn't think so.
Life is weird, I doubt it ever was meant to make much sense. We live for a while trying our best to understand the world around us and ourselves. We end up dying just like anyone else who comes across this Earth and then who knows what happens to us. Talk about a crazy time and place to be in at this moment.
We don't always have the answers to all the questions that come across our path. That's okay though. No one needs to have all of the answers. Perhaps a few answers would suffice for now. But having all of the answers could be overwhelming.
So here we are sitting and waiting, pondering whatever there is to ponder regarding our lives.
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