Why must life be this way? I don’t understand it. If we lived in a utopia, things might be better; but I’m not sure about that. I wish there was some kind of something to overcome this feeling of inadequacy. I doubt I will ever fully figure it out. If I had the ability, I would do it in a second. But I don’t seem to have that ability at the moment. Maybe one day I will be able to figure it all out.
What is this life about? What does it have to do with me? What do I have to do with it? Is it real? Am I real? Does any of it matter?
So many questions I have on my mind. It would be nice to be able to think outloud for once without scaring myself away. Yes, it would be nice to be able to see everything out there which matters.
So what matters exactly? I don't know. I wish I had an idea on it, but I don't. There are so many questions I have at times that it overclocks my brain. It's not a good nice feeling. No, it's more of torture than anything else.
So here I sit. I wait to see what the new day brings for me.
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